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The stunted growth of the Church…
is spiritually sad and reflects
a continued inability of the Body
to operate in unity; between poor
leadership and overall ignorance,
souls are miffed, left in a lurch

of stagnant thinking. If we’re not
led by His Spirit and we’re blindly
conducting ourselves, without the
mind of Christ, then what will we…
really accomplish? If we are not
in His Word, what is being taught?

Fortunately, God is very patient;
His Grace, Mercy and Consolation
is freely given; we need to mature
now; we need to get out of these
spiritual hospital beds as soldiers.
Do we expect to receive outpatient

services… in Heaven for eternity?
Inspired by:
Rom 15:5; Lam 3:22-24;
2 Tim 2:3-4  and

Insanity: Doing the same thing
over and over again and expecting
different results. -Unknown

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
My heart melted when I read that poem
I read the poets bio
It said he loves his wife
He said he writes just to see her smile
My heart thinned out more
Sank straight to my stomach
Then to my soul
I wish I could have seen the smile
When he referred to her
As his lioness
Inspired by
The Lunchtime Poet
My Dark Queen
Sky Mar 2016
I am made up of fragments
Bits of memory stain my skin
And I can fade
Into the woodwork, silent wallflower
I have one foot stuck in the past,
And I don’t know how to get it out
Without twisting my ankle

Oh, like-minded soul,
Could you come
To take me home?
Oh, like-minded soul,
Please, take my hand and lead me home

It was so random,
I dont even know how
I spotted you through the fog of thoughts
You caught my eye, your skin tattooed with memories
Just like mine
I saw the shadow in your eyes
I couldn’t look away
I couldn’t turn away from you

Oh, like-minded soul,
Could you come
To take me home?
Oh, like-minded soul,
Please, take my hand and lead me
Home

I swear I see my own tearstains
Turning your skin blue
And I swear that those are my scars
Shining on your arms
And I might be looking in a mirror;
Those eyes match mine
Even though the color is off
Our souls are the same,
We feel the same odd heartbeat
So, like-minded soul,
Tell me, do you know way home?
Oh, like-minded soul,
Let’s go find the way home

Oh, like-minded soul,
Could you come
To take me home?
Oh, like-minded soul,
Please, take my hand and lead me home

Ooh, like-minded soul,
I’ve come to take you home
Oh, like-minded soul,
Take my hand, I’ll lead you home.
This is actually a song that I came up with last night...I have a basic melody and tune for it, and I’m hoping I might be able to actually put together some music for it...we’ll see what happens :)

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