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Holy Spirit Have I only to speak your name and The Fruits of your bearing become Mine? What of my Name … Did It Stand By Thee, when the statues fell, and the horses tromped the citizens blood underfoot? Was this a fight to the death? or was this something that I stayed Four, and became myself again? Look Up Dear Citizen, It is for You to decide Now. Is it Well with Thee? Or have you become that, which, Stolen in this Flight of Darkened Angels Cross’s the Globe like so many Chagall’s I Claim Thee Reconciled Spirit. Beauty standing Upright upon the Wall of Life, Grace’s Free Giving, standing for  the Citizenship of this World.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
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Holy Spirit Have I only to speak your name and The Fruits of your bearing become Mine? What of my Name … Did It Stand By Thee, when the statues fell, and the horses tromped the citizens blood underfoot? Was this a fight to the death? or was this something that I stayed Four, and became myself again? Look Up Dear Citizen, It is for You to decide Now. Is it Well with Thee? Or have you become that, which, Stolen in this Flight of Darkened Angels Cross’s the Globe like so many Chagall’s I Claim Thee Reconciled Spirit. Beauty standing Upright upon the Wall of Life, Grace’s Free Giving, standing for  the Citizenship of this World.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
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