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joshuaspride
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A trickling stream of life giving water begins the rush to the center of your being, journeying, Flowing inside your spirit along a path known to the source who gives the power, With wisdom fathomed by knowledge of that living way, which He has chartered, and gave Him the power beneath the eyes of heaven, who when He gathers, becomes that river, Which men may enter with all their burdens desired un-laden, to his birth place. A living substance joined with holy matter recreating the very image of Him whom we saw, A brand new man made like Adam, a second, before the fall, in the garden, Now fashioned as the One who chose us to live forever with whom we see that in like manner, All must drink of this stream of water issuing from a throne called beauty, A place claimed theirs by saints called righteous as the blood was flowing upon the altar for those who Believed on words, uttered by the prophets, delivered by angels, some distance traveled, to help make you and I, a Body of One.