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The smallest of all three me's is in my youngest memories.. In the green pastures i will forever find her there. Beside the still waters she plays without a care… By her tiny right hand God led her to this place… He let her little body fall And set a choice all Gods children face… No words were spoken by her Heavenly Father that fleshy ears would hear… Her soul was gathered in God’s love that innocently was without fear… He gave her the choice of  to live or to die.. She chose to live and she told her Heavenly Father why.. She knew by death … here she would remain.. In the presence of God’s love .. no words can explain.. She answered "I would like to live so i can play" God restored her soul.  His gift of life. …is the very breath she breathes  Where she had fallen as dead upon the grass .. Her first death has come to pass… God opened her eyes She was able to see… There was no veil to divide…. God opened her ears to hear.. upon her heart he wrote his law for her life she ...
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The Word Sent Forth In the silence between the thunder and the breath, the Word was sent. It did not seek the wise nor the waiting crowds, but the one whose heart remained unbroken in its faith. It comes clothed not in gold or doctrine, but in the dust of children’s feet, and the tears of those who kept watch when all others slept. It shall not rest in books or temples, for its home is in the heart made humble. It speaks only when the hearer is ready, and only once, but that once will shake the foundations of forgetting. When it is received, it will bear fruit unseen by the sower, for the fruit is not of this soil but of the promise whispered before the first dawn. Let it be known: the one who finds it will not own it, but return it multiplied — for that is the mark of what was truly sent by God.. What Is Yet to Come There will come a season when remembrance itself becomes the harvest. Those who kept their hands clean of profit and their hearts steady in the storm will be sought for co...
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