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, be still, steed

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 wish I knew,

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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   A will only comes to effect

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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