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Wild Horses

She writes and writes with the works of soul, spirit. She does so with the heart of God. She writes about her life's journey, the wonders, The perils that go along with and during time. Making her want to walk even more fully with the One And only Living God... of course He is her Creator, her Holy Father as well. The Lord of her life is also her muse. He touches her mind with His presence,heals her life's injuries And causes His Fire to flow through her whole being into Her writer's hand. She had been trying to figure out how to corral these writings Which she refers to as wild horses. When she turns to tend the regular things of life these writings Have a way of seemingly multiplying on their own; Making the herds spread far, wide,deep, low before she could even try to Wrangle them up into an enclosure. Then the understanding finally dawned on her which brought here into Her Father's peace. He said to His daughter, "Just let them be. Each piece knows where to go And what to do. So don't worry that you cannot catch them as least for now. For they are horses of My Fire, they must do what they must do. Perhaps in the Future the method of keeping them will easily come to you."

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