The Fellowship Of Our Life, Darkness Of Life, A Sensitive Wet Day
THE FELLOWSHIP OF OUR LIFELord keeps our hands And That he directs us and Providentially guides our actions In ways that people may not understand.How beautiful is His children can be taught by this God Who! We’re circumcised with this love via God, Flowing so smoothly, By the grace of Christ,Flowing constantly In the nature of our beingFor the anniversary of our souls.The circumcision of ChristHad been buried with Him in baptism And insideWithout handsWith the fellowship of our living. We walk in the LightAs He is in the Light.We have fellowship together. The blood of Jesus Cleanses us from all sin.The light of our LordIs the true and everlasting light, Which illuminates and sanctifies usTransforming our inner-self.We feel the ardent light of our faithSo required for refinement. He’s the LightAnd we require to be baptizedFor receiving the presents of the Holy Spirit The fellowship of life isLike a stream that springs from GodAnd from His throne of loveBy the acceptance of Christ, Once the externalized loveBecomes grace.The Father’s love runs outwardThrough our ChristEntering into our souls.We feel so implanted With His sanctifying graceAnd we understand thatThe empire of our Lord is usAnd we may loveAnd we may liveAnd we’re with HimAnd we begin to understand Him betterThan yesterday.With all our hearts we praise His Holy name. Jesus is the Lord!SHADOW OF LIFEI am an and you know that I know this.You say that you love me, But the words lose their meaning, If they are passed through the filterOf cause and truth.I would have desired you to be the man of my desires Or at least I’d have chosen that Our seemingly love to beRather an impression of realityThan possible of illusionI want you to be aware that With every victim that dies You’re increasingly poor with a feeling..And still less able to love againAnd every time you eliminate Love itself, of your self, of herselfYou just remain only with the shadow of life.A DELICATE RAINY MORNINGIf I thought that you’d be here, It was since your angel had touched me with his wing.It was such as a breezeAndYou have undoubtedly been here with him In an indestructible sensation.Maybe you thought that the angel had told me, But he would never say anything.So, I have been awaiting youTo give me your love In damp morningsWith hopeless awakes.
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