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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poems from Love

The past is a misery in the eyes of Satan where Christ died to save the world in completion for how can the Christ rise again as the world was condemned with no plan say some.  For the past is a mark that changes everything and the world is convinced they know what to do about sin. To erase the mind is like throwing the food away from the plate and pretend it is gone with no account to take. For when the food sits in a dark place it begins to rot and ruin and the smell in the air so pure and clear  brings about maggots and disease where life is a clutter with no exit in sight. So is the way of putting away bad ideas they take root in the soil of the soul and corrupt all factors that are attached in the mind and the natural where everything connected is affected. So give rise to the words of the wise in Ecclesiastes 9. I have come to give you life.
Amen.


Submitted: December 12, 2015

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