Pneuma Poems - Poems about Pneuma

... We are a trinity of mind, soul, and spirit. Our bodies too have this construct brain and blood and breath This pattern of three proves to me the awesome power of God For nature always tes......

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.... that ol' fertile soil i mean soul......

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.... i hear'd you're thuh recluse alone raising your beauty ......

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.... most pneuma walk past opportunity past delicious az if it were ......

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... Revelation, To reveal, to uncover As the blind man having his sight healed Can finally see through the fog of confusion A dense fog blown away by the Ru^ach, Hebrew for Spi......

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...On reflection, a shining mirror lays my core ethos bear, inkling etched on mien can’t escape deep probing, tilted jaw, gleaming eyes, vivacious aspect, express an ardent quest for exponential flo......

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.... Not mine diddy Yet Waits on mine tuh cause mine ......

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.... not not whilst pneuma are listening he'z not mad......

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.... 'tiz mine me i'n the pneuma you know thundrstruck with your pixy all 'bo......

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.... When pneuma see me Dancing in the grass az the leprechaun Smiling Tossing flakes uv gold 'bout mine roam ......

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...As the Cup Runneth Over thirst dire, immediate pleading, despairing, compelling newborns, world, pneuma, rivers living, assuaging, redeeming quenche......

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...In solitude I find silence, in silence I find my voice In my voice there is song, in my song there is praise My words near flawless, my ardent aria is Rejoice! In pneuma I find solace, in solace......

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...I am still shocked by your sudden death I'm still sobbing by your abrupt departure I still pine for you, dear. I'm still out of breath Every time I think of your unique behavior. You were diffe......

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..."Baffling Ole sawol immortal principle in man my pneuma spirit connects, and communicates with God My soul betrayal is myself My choice process mostly wrong This is my sin, callin......

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...A sacred space, the spirit weak, Death's angel, patient, waits; The pneuma raspy, prospects bleak, Yet hope anticipates. From dust to dust, the cycle nears One revolution round; Despair ye not,......

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