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Mary was pregnant with God, a story can't be stronger and I think of myself as the saint or the prophet I would like to be, so fulfilled of pure inspiration, I am in this silent, holy night of the birth star Let angels descend to praise God and sing peace I am awake under the palm tree which bends its branches and gives everything: fruit and a source welling up between its roots
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
The Blessed Night
Mary was pregnant with God, a story can't be stronger and I think of myself as the saint or the prophet I would like to be, so fulfilled of pure inspiration, I am in this silent, holy night of the birth star Let angels descend to praise God and sing peace I am awake under the palm tree which bends its branches and gives everything: fruit and a source welling up between its roots
Epiphany Recitation 97. The star (Surah 97. al-Qadr) Collection “Short sermons” #19
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Amsterdam
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
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