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a voice said all low and soft like a seed not b e f o r e buried but         found take c o m f o r t  in  your lowliness and when i left  the spirit of God stirred in the street and moved amongst the cottonwoods so much like the brittle trees that guard my heart and shook the leaves    from     my branches--not at all overdue not at all overdue.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Brittle Anger.
a voice said all low and soft like a seed not b e f o r e buried but         found take c o m f o r t  in  your lowliness and when i left  the spirit of God stirred in the street and moved amongst the cottonwoods so much like the brittle trees that guard my heart and shook the leaves    from     my branches--not at all overdue not at all overdue.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015 #god #romans
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
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