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To be alight that guides those lost in the waves of darkness and sin.
What is inside this light house you ask? God's appointed watchmen. Those called forth to save those drowning succumbed by their sin. To lead those vessils onto the firm foundation of his word. That they might breath the eternal breath of life that can make the waves descende. To replace a warmth of the spirit that burns from the inside out where there once was a coldness. To bare the light of his word for all to see. To give faith to all his children that are lost at sea.
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