Under His Tutelage
When thou carries the world, the totality of all sorrows
And when you bemoan thy fall that makes you hide thy face within the native hurt- a shadow of death .
Taste ! Feel and See! Shout it out in a loud voice
The door of thy comforter opens for victory
To feeding your hungry soul and freedom to those that are car caned in chain of thick darkness
Here comes the spirit: of truth, of light and of hope
Walk in the spirit and thou shall acquire its fruits
A fruitless tree shall be brought down while a fruitful one to the vine
Hanging on its branches, the fruit shall tells
If thy branch be good or bad
The spirit comes to His own
By the way of the sea, the home of gentiles
Telling us some things we need to do.
He brought us LOVE from the springing sod. JOY and KINDNESS unto the gentle soul GIFTS
And He utters “PEACE UPON THE EARTH”
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