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PRAYER SCIENCE


This message comes swift upon the heels of the last! Let me breathe it at your approval, I'm the scribe for all to remember...

All of my life that i can recall I've been within a story crafted just for me. See?

This message comes swift upon the heels of the last! Let me breathe it at your approval, I'm the scribe for all to remember...

It is mine to say, not Gods. See?

Choices are what we're made of my friends.

It is in our options that we devalue, or value, the spirit. I opted for a smoking section of my own Private x 3 Heaven.

When I am in prayer I seek my Love, my wife, my mother, my sister, my brothers, my other half's family, I owe my allegiance to God and Love.

(A grand symphony begins its song with a start and the winds send in an all clear for take off signal and boom bang bing, out with the old in with the new, here we are again...)

I've found my center. Loving yet unattached, Love, Trust. If Love breathes with Trust, it is then toward the Truth...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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