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I'm not perfect enough to speak in parable's.
It's terrible once you think about it, people with error's try to flare on you. It sinks you to the bottom for a moment, never drown; Live up for that day of atonement. In the sky is a covanent he promised. look at the clouds, I can tell that he's honest. Sometimes when in a daze I'm thinking; Is that him creeping, in my mind, so devine, to give back what I'm seeking? Be careful for what you ask for and walk with it. I'm telling you, he will be your guide through the dark with it. You can grow like a mustard seed in good health, or turn around and be a pillar of salt with it. It's insane to do the same thing and not achieve it. First you gotta ask Jesus and beleive it. I'm speaking these words, but are they really mines? What are you trying to find?
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