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We Have Little Choice in the Matter


It is said that “He that kneels before God can stand before anything.” Anything, but God, right? How would one kneel upon God and stand before God at the same time?

(Humbly. Your standing depends upon how you care for what you're kneeling upon...)

I have little choice in the matter since God is, relatively speaking, unknown to me in the flesh. But the spirit, O, it is most ready for me to dance and laugh and love in its Heavenly Home. ...Not my belief alone.

Love, peace, belief, truth and goodness to you and yours, the known and the unknown, but most importantly, to the (H)eartH of Creation...

("By kneeling before God we are showing humility in our hearts"...)

Yes, and my prayers and heart better be asking forgiveness, I'm kneeling upon the HeartH and must seek forgiveness for my use of the (H)eartH and the Heart(H)?

(Love and peace, always...)

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If you want to dance with my spirit, I might warn you that it’s not only mine, it is Love's and it is you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you, and soon you’ll find that you’re dancing with your self and all of those you’ve ever affected and you will be powerless to stop. The collective spirit dances like no other. Let’s give the eartH some breathing room that Love might move to the HeartHbeat…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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