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The Power of the Word

1 In my divine stylus lie the infinities; from its sacred contents I have scribed the very foundations of the universe. 2 I create and destroy, according to my purposes. I hold you in my hands, my creation; nothing is hidden from my sight. 3 You are my sons and daughters; for you I am long-suffering. In my own image I have fashioned you. Therefore, I command you, my creation, take up your mighty pen; write out your purpose, plainly, on the tablet of your heart, as your Creator has. 4 Though there be a season for every purpose under heaven, it is the wise man who writes the untold story. Indeed I say to you, unto your own voice I have given the spirit of power.

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