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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
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'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<a href="#do-not-return-wickedness-for-wickedness-take-heed">
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See- see if there is any wicked way in me, Daddy, and lead me
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in the way ever-lasting and true. Through Christ Jesus. Amen.
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<a href="#san">
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'Do not be overly angry, O Lord.
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Do not be angry beyond measure
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with us, O Judge over the Day
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of Judgment!' ("repent, for the
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kingdom of G!D - the kingdom
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of Heaven - is near! It is not
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far!" Jesus, the Christ, saying).
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</a>
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<a href="#quattro"
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>Your- do not be afraid. Take courage.
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Your father, who is in Heaven, your Father
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is given great happiness to give you'
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the kingdom' (as Scriptures have on record)
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:-) ^_^
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</a>
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<p>
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Blessed art thou, father in Heaven.
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our one and only Father.
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our one and only father, blessed art
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thou.
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ruler of the universe (and
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everything in it)
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hallowed is thy name.
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thy kingdom come!
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</p>
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<a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
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more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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</p>
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<div id="san">
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<p>
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Dear Diary,
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How are you?
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May peace
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[and the Life] be with you in
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the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
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</p>
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<p>from the writer:
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:-) <br/>
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^_&
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</p>
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<p>
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'Do not err, my beloved
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brethren,' wrote the apostle
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Paul, 'every good gift
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and every perfect gift
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is from above, coming down
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from the father of lights,
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[the blessed Father, who
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is unseen in front of men,
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and who is in Heaven]
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with whom there is no
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variableness or changing
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or turning of shadow
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[nor excessively heavy
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yokes like those that
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teachers of the Law, and
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Pharisees, and hypocrites,
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lay down even on the very
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aged]'.
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</p>
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<p>The Almighty has drawn evening across the
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earth, and the man ponders on himself and
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his G!d. He is a strange creation, he thinks,
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growing as he appears, and also aware of his on[-]going
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dis[-]appearance. For which part of his body is new,
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or his bones, or his flesh, that will prompt a new
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'Thing' in the world? [paragraph break] And yes,
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the uncertainty of his existence threatens him,
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and waits in hiding to be acknowledged, on the heels
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of Recognition.
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</p>
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<p>G[!]d brought people to me to[-]day, Diary, and some
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of the experience was pleasant, and some not so much.
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Three of my former high-school class[-]mates arrived at the
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ward, and G!d reminded me later of my vulnerability
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amidst serving the Christ, when [H]e brought my [']father[']
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to the ward (he is not a seeker of the Christ, nor is he seeking
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Christ, as far as I can tell.)
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</p>
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<p>Do you speak Mandarin Chinese, or can you read it, at least?
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer: Translating... :-) For the love of G!D,
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and to the Most Merciful and Compassionate One be praise and
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the glory.
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>Although I do not count myself as having achieved perfection,
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as if I were a mountain or statue that has been molded and
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made perfect - oh, I do not count myself as such - and do not
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have all the powers that G!D has to work great deeds that shelter
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and transport Man, and nourish you and me, and do not know
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all the rigid instructions, of the world, that lays a yoke
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on-to one such that one turns to the direction where the sun
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sets, or plucks hair out from the nostrils of one - oh,
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I feel a load that is yoked upon me, instead, in
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the plentiful harvest of the fields that G!D has given me to
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tend, as if I ought to forge a bow or axe for myself out-side of
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the houses of happy people who put the proverbial cart before the horse,
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among these blurring definitions (of myself)
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that G!D has caused in a baptism of fire to a disobedient
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one such as myself, who seems doomed to be as clouds
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of dust and ash - what with the sword, that He has plunged into
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my soul, that is tormenting me greatly - I speak, in an effort
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to make my humanity heard, the following: if G!D has given me
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this worldly life as a comfort - a form of mercy
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from the Most Merciful and Compassionate One, or a brief respite -
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then what they have done to me falls short of what lets
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the light of the Most Merciful One - who created us, and is working
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great and mighty wonders in His immeasurable splendour and
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ways that are above my own - shine;
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they do not glorify their Maker, who is maker of all. I see
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room for the Lamb to do the will of the one who sent the Lamb. I see
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room for work that reconciles the below to the above. I see
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a gap to be filled. And how great the cry must be
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to He-who-provides, from where they are! Oh, to imagine
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the saltiness that remains on their hearts after their tears
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have dried! To borrow an expression
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from the one and only Teacher,
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if this happens in the green, what more in the dry!
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</p>
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<p><i>Mysterious marks that look like armies or soldiers
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>Where G!D has sent me to is where wild people
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have the comfort of their shelters and women, and yet
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bake bread that leaves people half-hungry after they eat it.
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Not a joyous effort at all, are all these plucking of nostril-hairs,
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and turning to the direction where the sun sets. To the extent
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that they have turned the commandments of G!D to suit the desires
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of their hearts, they are all alike, regardless of their
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positions in society, gender identity, sexual identity, and
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the number of years that they have lived (or the number
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of wrinkles
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on their fore-head). And these are people who are made
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in the likeness of their Maker! How outrageous! I am
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greatly anxious and distressed for these people whom
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G!D offers His covenant to. My lowly heart is beset with
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with unexpressed emotions, as if my heart were in a sealed
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jar that is becoming a little too cramped, or as if the heat
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of summer had been poured into a drink that leaves me burning
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upon consumption. Oh, to whom shall I turn the ancient
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trees and mountains of my soul towards: G!D who clothes me,
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or those whom G!D has destroyed since long ago in plagues
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and floods and earthquakes that only those who are like Noah
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can be spared from? Who am I to model myself after? Or who
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am I to speak up for? Or rest my weary soul against? O! How
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I have spent nights sitting, by my lonesome, under the shifts
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and changes of the moon, wishing to be with You, enjoying
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the lush abundance of what G!D provides in his covenant with
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an oppressed, persecuted and doomed one such as myself!
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O, Jehovah!
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</p>
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<p>oh, in the heat of the day, I have felt humiliation.
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我受到委屈了，日记。想像在十字架（或者，树）上，
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耶稣叫喊：【阿爸，父亲！为什么你放弃了我？】我认为
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生活是值得的，感到幸福，是他的牺牲，让我有
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改变和希望。他的名字，耶稣。</p>
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<p>晚安
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<p><i>marks that I cannot understand now,
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but will come to understand afterward, if
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G!D is willing. :-)
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>阿们
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</p>
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</div>
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<div id="quattro">
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<p>Dear Diary,
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Strangled and a-ware /
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I comb fingers in-to ash /
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as I dis-ap-pear
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<br/><br/>
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They fold the-ir hands /
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As they sit a-cross from me /
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How do I praise G!d
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<br/><br/>
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They came on a day /
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When it was cold and wind-less /
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They came suddenly
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Tiles and small stock-piles /
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Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
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and the stop in me
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<br/>
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They pushed some bis-cuit /
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and mix-ture to me at tea /
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They shan't break my fast!
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<br/>
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On a ce-real crack /
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The rai-sin traced me as best /
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as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
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can
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<br/><br/>
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The wild crane stands fast /
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A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
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As he jour-neys past
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<br/><br/>
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They are in a war /
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They are wield-ing seen weapons /
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But we, un-seen, win
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They are in a war /
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They are seen wielding weapons /
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But we win, unseen
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To make a dam burst /
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It is im-por-tant to risk /
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Flood-ing the ri-ver
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How many swallows /
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Follow the si-lence as well /
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As a stag-nant pond?
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<br/><br/>
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How many swallows follow the
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selection of an old
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stagnant
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pond?
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<br/><br/>
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Day comes and night goes /
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Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
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of a red fea-ther
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The bumblebee flies /
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Listening to the sounds of snorts /
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and grumbling hammers
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<i>from the writer: Lest they
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tramply on them, and then turn
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and attack you, do not set
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your pearls before swine.'
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(hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
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This is from Scriptures.
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</i>
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The bumblebee flies /
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But tastes its own honey in /
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no such haste as Man
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<br/>
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<br/>
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On the equator
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/ of a rectangle that curls
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/ up leaving I
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<strike>you</strike>,
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me
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<br/><br/>
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Isn't it curious?
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In between the lines the bird /
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Makes its victory
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</p>
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<p>
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</p>
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</div>
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<div id="five">
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<p>
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Dear Diary,
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How are you? May peace be with you
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in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
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</p>
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<p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
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</p>
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<p>
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<i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
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to carry / The sound of the trees
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>
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Am I so vulnerable
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<br/><br/>
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<i>from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
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in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
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me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
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the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
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about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
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and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and
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flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
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(Christ).' (from Scriptures)
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</i>
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<br/><br/>
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Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
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deceiving
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and
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tempting? Are you?
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They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
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disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
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</p>
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<p>from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake
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of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the
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son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it
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from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh.
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He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for
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you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness.
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(as has been recorded in Scriptures)
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"'</p>
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</p>
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<p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
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resting place after his work of the Creation.
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<p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
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<strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
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Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
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for confessors!
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<p>G!d sent four former high school
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<p><i>from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er...
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form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still
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laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^
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>.<
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</i>
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<p>
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G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening.
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When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the
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words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in
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the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
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</p>
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<p>
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Scripture says that you ought to
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say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will
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live and also do this or that,' instead
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of boasting that tomorrow you will
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go to this or that city, live there for
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a few years and make a profit. This is a
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reminder from G!d to me about my limits
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and capabilities.
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</p>
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<p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
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book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
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you in his [or His]
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plan as he [or He] sees fit.
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</p>
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<p>
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I received many blessings from the Father
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today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
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to die, earlier.
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</p>
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<p>G!d is telling me that there is more
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to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
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The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a
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light unto thy feet.
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<strike>(Psalms</strike>
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The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
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publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
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of wanderers and ex-slaves.
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</p>
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<p>
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They call for bed-time / <br/>
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On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
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What a silent moon!
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<p><i>
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From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
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how patient Lord is!
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