It is not hard, impossible to THINK OF Him, It is becoming IMPOSSIBLE TO think, hear, listen to ANYTHING NOT Him. Oh, the BLISS, of Living in undivided Union WITH Love. OUR God, OUR Father, Thinking of us, We Thinking of Him. ONE. NO human BEING human COULD EVER Reveal THIS Truth, His. ONLY the Truth, Son Given IN Union BY Father, CAN Does.
We ARE His Bride, REBORN Flesh to BEAR His Holy Thoughts INTO Existence. His Presence OUR Courage, Strength without fear?
HOW? IS IT? BECAUSE of Reality, God IN us. BECAUSE He IS IN us therefore we ARE His SPIRITUAL Reflections in the fallen realm of death.
Let us NOW Call with out time, IS there anyone Awake to Hear His Call from Home to Come, NOW? Before the TEMPOARY Phone-Line IS CUT, GONE with time. ALL the dead GONE with death their father of fallen flesh who sleep in dreams of darkness NIGHT without Morning Come and Gone.
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