The Breath of Spirit His Presence IF Life of Obedience. The Body, Flesh of Christ Clings to Life, our separation from death. From slaves of disobedience UNTO His Body, slaves of Obedience. BY Faith WE ARE, We Live Risen from slumber sleep in time of darkness, Prepared to Go, Run, Serve Him.
The Lord's Table of His Food, Seen by their Spirit, Fed to Living Hungry souls. How Good IS our Father of His Reborn, how evil the father and children swallowed up by their own darkness from time.
Instruments. His Thoughts as notes of Music, the Thoughts of Christ NOW OUR Head. That which falls dead without the Presence of Life in soul, IS TWICE dead unto God. Dead in the womb of darkness, NEVER TO Live. Head Thinks, Speaks, and His Body Walks in His Thoughts, Led out of womb of death, flesh, Alive unto Father His WAITING Arms.
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