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Nov 2011
The Table Spread
Its one forty four in the am it’s time to make you some bread while you sleep just like the Pana bakery
Used to do and fill the night air with its rich sweet smell I could go into a big explanation but it will evolve
As I go along know this there is a great famine you don’t see it or feel it so it isn’t so yes that is what
The unwise would and do tell all they meet for such an important discussion we must have a proper
Stage if your starving and I only present the truth that we all are in we can find no more sacred ground to
Battle for your survival than where this nation stood at the time when the civil war raged the living page
Of American history was being written on this most savage and heart rending field Lincoln rose not only
To speak but also rose to the occasion I repeat what has already been said before I could give you graphic
Details you already know them Lincoln began to speak using his natural voice but its source and vision
Was the spirit that could take such tragic horrible realities giving them the unknown by human
Understanding their true picture from this terrible upheaval and cost of human suffering and sacrifice
The flowering of this field so black and stark nowhere else was human dignity measured so precisely in
This blood soaked soil an instant harvest sprang up of nobility of rarest quality the spirit surged these
Truths into the open vessel of Lincoln for it was he who was appointed and bore this burden he sought
Expression to convey and meet what the living had died to purchase it was given as his words said in full
Measure they didn’t stumble or hesitate they rushed into the jaws of death and all the terror
That it exposed the cause was worth all they possessed and they freely gave it the borders and the very
Fabric of a nation on the brink of destruction had begun to be stitched back together the thread was
Once smiling faces that had homes far from Gettysburg families with children wives father and mothers
From this bold disregard for all that was earthly sacred angels went forth to spin thread that knows no
Equal and its strength and power would as his words again said that this nation would endure and have
A new birth of freedom I’m writing about your blood lines your heritage nothing has been able to void
This which is indelibly written by this battle and others only one thing can destroy this nation just simply
Remove all spiritual bread and you will hear the same words another vessel that had the spirit coursing
Through his life a judge of his people but with this simple revelation cut my hair and I will be as other
Men with this revelation a nation more holy and with more guaranteed assurance than we posses
Plunged into darkness and decline only in Joseph time in Egypt was there more want of bread. You can
Fill up space on this earth without the bread of life found in God’s word but my precious dear friends you
Are dead and have no claims on what only heaven can provide the very strength it takes to keep a nation
Secure. God’s fields are full of golden grain this is my own feeling that grain remains unattainable and
Beyond reach only when the harvest field of earth’s souls are harvested then a replenishing starts
Matching the spiritual work bread again will fill tables we do our part you do your part recognize your
Need standup be counted we have always fed the rest of the hungry world we first need to feed
Ourselves then with new health and resolve we can recover others lost and dying this is what the
Intention of this writing is all about see you in the field where no greater treasure or reward has ever
Been found.
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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