May, the stone be rolled away
The sting of death that awaiteth thee,
That, chisel out the stone of the tablet,
Given unto Moses by God to let it be known
This was just an introduction that yee
Might understand the evil that lurks.
Woe, unto yee that pick up the pieces,
Chiseled, to stone the prophets God sent.
Woe, unto yee that pollute the Living well,
That, yee not quench your thrist are allow others that they might drink.
Woe, unto yee that lifted up the Son of Man, as Moses lifted up the staff.
Nailing the carpenter to a cross,
But not knowing this was completing the purpose in which he came.
Its better one died than the whole world Parrish, that ye have been given access to return, for he laid down his life, only to raise it back up. May, the stone that blocks one's heart from knowing the Living God,
Be rolled away are Chiseled by the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit,
Giving unto those which seek, which gives Glory, unto the Father through the Son, then placing the spirit of his son within yee giving back glory unto the Son through the Father that sent him that yee might return as Children of the Living God.
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