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So Simple Some say it is only make-believe and so the Israelites could not conceive what God had in store, and so Isaiah away doth fled to the mountain top, where his clothes did shred and cried "our message they don't believe dear Lord", that their ears made for hearing did not hear, and heart made for feeling did not feel, and eyes made for seeing did not see, and minds made for thinking did not think, and strength made for enduring did not endure, and necks made for turning did not turn, and hands made for mending did not mend; so, God was angered and jealous thus made angry and jealous Israel save 1000 times seven, and gave the gift of Salvation to whom He Promised not: those whose ears made for hearing did not hear, and heart made for feeling did not feel, and eyes made for seeing did not see, and minds made for thinking did not think, and strength made for enduring did not endure, and necks made for turning did not turn, and hands made for mending did not mend, and so angered were they that they killed His Son, thus fulfilling God's love for everyone, that the world be not condemned but saved, by Jesus Christ beyond the grave, who paid the price with his sacrifice and gave us what we truly desire everlasting life to live in love and not in strife nor everlasting death by fire, and in our happiness from our mouths by what we confessed receive God's everlast love that we might possess ears for hearing, a heart for feeling, eyes for seeing, a mind for thinking, strength for enduring, necks for turning, and hands for mending that so simply if we believe, in our heart and with mouth profess, God is our providence death shall become powerless, that everlasting life will be our reward. Romans 10 Honor and Glory be to God by, Martin Braun 6/27/2020

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