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Feb 2016
the wind of Spirit
is a wraith
we're just leaves
on Tree of Faith

when Spirit moves
pure Joy it brings
It makes the leaves
all sigh and sing!

when Spirit moves
the flowers shifteth
but the wind bloweth
where it listeth

where it goes
no one can tell
it can move through
our private hell
to make the soul
Praise! Rejoice!
the Spirit moves
we have no choice!

and when we're severed
from the tree
the wind will take us
and we're
FREE!

when we fall
should we grow old
we touch the sky
as solid
GOLD

you can't see
but you can hear it
The Hand of God

The Wind of Spirit


SoulSurvivor
(C)2/10/2016
I have felt the Spirit
It moved through me
many times
Anointed people
have laid hands upon me
and I've felt that human touch
become the Hand of God!

I actually fell down
in a bliss I can't even describe
I was healed of a horrible malady

My FAITH is the EVIDENCE of
THINGS UNSEEN!
SøułSurvivør
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