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Call of Mercy

Adore and praise the glory of the sacred chamber, for it is the brilliance of the heavens that has clothed you in robes of splendor. For I know the strength in where man rejoices, I know the Tabernacle of comfort, where is the beginning of glory. I know where rings the beauty of the virgin voice that echoes in the winds, Arise and sing forth thy acclaim, for my cup is that which brings forth a kingdom of joy not to be measured. It is I that decorate thee with ornaments and flowers in their fullest beauty and reign over the Nations of Mercy. Brilliant is thy face upon the deep and mighty is thy heart above the nations
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james-earl
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Mar 2, 2013
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