For how many Sabbaths we waited and prayed
To see his redemption before us displayed
We yearned for his mercy, and begged Him with tears
To see the Messiah come now, in our years
For we have inherited unending hope
A promise passed down and confirmed by God’s oath
That to Abram’s children a Savior would come
One greater than David, yet called David’s son
Here out with the sheep God has placed in our care
His glory came down—caught our hearts unaware
We all were afraid, but the angels sent joy
In small Beit-Lechem had been born a small boy
The promised Messiah had finally come
God’s grace and perfection revealed in the Son
In awestruck delight we all hastened to go
And see what this was that the Master made known
And there was the baby, laid down in the trough
He lifted His voice, and we heard His first cough
We knew God was with us—that there was our King
The hope of millennia our eyes have seen
He doesn’t care how cute she is, how smart she is; He didn't care if she looked like his mother... Didn't know she was his legacy, sex made it easy for him to get from point A to point B: No responsibility, no attachments or sentimentality.
Was not about how adorable she is... He even said she was not his. .... and one day she asked. "Mommy where is my daddy” the quiet room, the painful eyes. As she grew in grace, in the back of her mind, she remembered her Grandmother's words... “Keep your mind’s eye on your creators’ purpose for you... Become great... take care of your teeth; Shine so bright that everytime you shine, your father will wish that he could go back in time... and say ..."she's mine”. Moreover, his failed life will be obvious, but do not be bitter. Be sweet...God loves you and the only combination to bring you to earth was through that God chosen union of… "your specific father and your specific mother" from which you were made. "and So-Beit: So be You!
Cleopatra my queen
Very old,cornerstone is me, oh um. Beef me i kill
Will it wasn’t be narcist be yet i crossed me my own childless womb
Be largactyl. Be throat roar i shunt me a naked penile
Weep it blunder i shalt be I naked me a bath beit lambtales
Beyet I kill me oh um marcus anthony
Be my dead daggerless Quatro is the me oh do loath it ye
Tender it killed my tart be yet guile he man a gloat
Be laughed it sodium,weep it is tenderised shant e’ mean dick thing is cut my lice
Wept me yet i shalt be laughed Julius Caesar. Do mine is counterfeit bodyless me lust she naptelli
Breaker odd he yet die my own adder it can me be desirous guard
Killer me platter my headless roiba peniled be vast me asp me, alone be he beastlllie me ownerous asp like placade
bastard baste me I jel it in irony. be thy impervious sumakutra hail it defiles my utter deciet
Thou speaketh this unto thy power:
The soul is true self, sure in itself.
The individual of the soul that
separates itself is lost,
Doth hinders its flow towards
becoming an entity of own-self.
If it fails to improve itself, what then?
Then it reincarnates, or rebirths,
that it never shall fail while beit the night.
And the day, only ever as old as eternity.
Is but a day to stand in its glory,
And a night to make rest in,
Absolution of all on earth, of guilt in
the crucifixion.
I give unto all, my life, I shall lay it down,
That I may take it again.
No man taketh it from me,
For I lay it down oft myself,
Power I have to do so.
And power to take it again.
when it there weather
they come together
than the wind begin
beit start it get dark
you hear roar out loud
its the
RAIN AND THE CLOUD
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