The Queen's Letter 7
Earth digestion bland which fuming dispersed so much the awaken quiet rest, short when touching last best morning awaken o dear husband, all scream here are the same!? How mark grove liquid sits and colours beheld, hung over beauty
with wonder Aurora's eastern steps drop the myrrh rose know that when night come dear husband, all scream here are the same. If dream past night to call for me than the moon shall set off her face in vain, So that pleasing night the vain. Knowledge fancy the day as day mock the dumb, one can not be sure of the other regard heaven!? To find alone As I shaped wings, I pass thru sudden morrow's and offence and trouble, dear husband must I alone say? that all scream here are the same. Till the night walks and Am I to sleep the day speak thru I find rest. My sins surcharged lock of Ambrosia sweet cropt. The fruit's of men's and his disknowledge fair eve. YHWH happier among thy self partaking no goddess to earth that the fair skin one's pluck the pleasant from our children hearts, o dear husband what have to say????? All screams here are the same!?
some last evening addition blame the mind, each in gracous fear drop their haste to know that all screams here are the same. fair kept from serene cheered arborous soon as they spring old heaven sun an rapture style? unspeakable heaven invisible symphonies. Who can tell Elohim son Yeshua that thou belong not to the dawn praising dawn, Come all you circlet creatures that once held me dear, know that all scream here are the same. fro great praise in nightly crowned power wonderous angels seek to know that I alone Am, thine this fair sit dimly beyond mind, dear husband where are you here that when morning come showing that where Am I, acknowledge eternal meet womb that born the forgotten children of YHWH that his son Yeshua was murder by their words, you and him have found forgiveness in their ways lost to time, but I dear husband breathe loud and soft an maker new praises ye, but when the night comes, all screams are the same. Dancing in the darkness mixed with nourish as advanced worship with old law and new, for every soul here dear husband are of one voice for all voices here dear husband are the same!?
Copyright © Ronald Campbell | Year Posted 2019
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