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Be serpent shrewd and dove docile, my Teacher tells me and sends me, His sheep among wolves with nothing packed except a walking staff, but no gold is worth this good news my Master unmatched by silver, so I’m empty-handed but full-Spirited for His might in me somehow inside I feel Him living, as I travel places to preach a Kingdom coming to my people who wait with open doors to listen, my work a different kind of fishing, casting out with healing words reeling others in to follow Him.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
On This Rock: Harvest
Be serpent shrewd and dove docile, my Teacher tells me and sends me, His sheep among wolves with nothing packed except a walking staff, but no gold is worth this good news my Master unmatched by silver, so I’m empty-handed but full-Spirited for His might in me somehow inside I feel Him living, as I travel places to preach a Kingdom coming to my people who wait with open doors to listen, my work a different kind of fishing, casting out with healing words reeling others in to follow Him.
liz-humphrey
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
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