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The Master Ring

In ancient times, inside a treasure was a ring It was known us the master ring or the ruling king It was made of the finest pure gold When worn it became an extension of one’s soul It was made to control one’s thoughts and intentions It was built to master one’s deeds and discretions The ring always satisfies a wish It must be a wise wish, not selfish Once the ring is out of one’s possession One becomes vulnerable to demonic suppression Used selfishly it pressed painfully upon the finger Worn frequently one becomes a spiritual figure Our conscience is just like the master ring It drives us to respond to our king It directs and regulates our emotion It is the key to a dynamic devotion When we do act selfishly it presses against our soul To listen to our conscience should be our ultimate goal When we do right it gives peace within our hearts When we obey it convicts and imparts Now the purpose of the commandments is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from a sincere faith- 1Timothy 1:5

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