Same old wilderness, different age'
It has never yet rained; on the internet..I wander.' Am I lost.? Have you seen me yet? I cannot know.' Still less i see.' Yet
By word and His Word, I am in search for
He..Or her? I throw out lines.' This desert is
Vast.' I loose track of time.' An oceon of
Ardity with many minds, duplicitous scapes, yet some gold I find..I pass all to the hands of God, not mine to keep, this is me just being.. But a hapless bod.' A voice
A life, for this very time..Cry out I am told.'
Time begets its time, what shall I cry.? I sometimes ask.' Why am I on this fruitless
Task.? No matter I hear come back to me.'
Call out to all who exist, out there by the barren tree.' May their eyes be opened may their hearing heal, I am come.' I am coming, all else is un-real..Oh earthen vessel.' Ask Me not why.' Watch not the
Sky nor take note of ill winds that blow malign.'
Cry man is as a flower which blooms, for its time.' Yet to God alone is glory' all things
Are His signs.' Divine He stands, His arms
So wide.' Who finds Him finds True Life now then still, LOUDER CRY..' Call out again on this desert made by man, that Yeshua can steal whoever from satans hand.' He made the dead tree to bring forth life.' Lo
The bridegroom cometh.' He will take to wife.'
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