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nothing quite so terrible as a man who thinks himself free when he is not no terror quite so piercing as a whisper when he thinks himself alone so different, these two moments yet they both are filled with lies there is a fatal weakness in our mortal failing eyes we do not see the truth of things - not one thing breaks the dark
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
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nothing quite so terrible as a man who thinks himself free when he is not no terror quite so piercing as a whisper when he thinks himself alone so different, these two moments yet they both are filled with lies there is a fatal weakness in our mortal failing eyes we do not see the truth of things - not one thing breaks the dark
But when Jesus Christ the righteous comes His Spirit lights our heart
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
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