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Amen and Hallelujah!




Amen and Hallelujah! The medicine is setting us free from this oppression! No more should we wait, no more our fouled stewardship! Rejoice that God's medicine is being released in the nick of time, our sorry excuse for stewardship need be reversed and be savior to all others and Home. Jesus told you wrong, if He indeed uttered Hell. The cross is heavy, a heavy burden to have paid for having risen as God before you'd learned your lesson, no more so than I now learn mine without my wrists tacked savagely to an instrument of great suffering, it's a metaphor... This is the echo coming with God's Truth.


If We celebrate anything this Fourth of July, let it be a yearning for the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help the collective set to be a part of a story worth repeating!

Can I get an amen?

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.
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