Always follow conscience,
Words are twisted,
Doctrine forced, yet
Who can twist truth?
To your death, follow conscience,
Proof is no thing, Truth is true,
Let intuition, conscience, value, guide you,.
Always follow conscience, My friend.
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Still, move not an inch I will train you, I will train you Still, be still, steed, Still, move now, yet stay I will teach you, I will teach you Still, be still steed, I will love you, Be still, move to my Light, I will be you, I will be you, Be still, I bring salvation, My name is Love!
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I feel Lost, I fight, Yet I'm Exhausted. I wish Dead, I wish I did not live, I must defend, must fight, Yet I grow tired. Why I stay, Why I hopelessly cling to Impossible hopes, Believing "foolishly", I believe, yet I am pressed, Broken from all sides God Is good //Marc Aupiais
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With the death of the Will's maker We christians are orphans, We are aliens, strangers, We do not belong here on earth. The Law is a Guardian, A caretaker, we obey it, and the elements of this world, Until we come to mature age. Such age is not in years, Such age is in Faith. We are set free. Responsible, We cannot fail. Our parent has died (and rose again), Our faith is our key, Our time lock to a Fortune, The Fortune of True Love, It is our key! God Is good //Marc Aupiais
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