The finish line? The SOUL Alive as crosses over, old garment removed by God, and the Reward of Obedience, is the Gift of His Garment. Sinless, seamless Garment. Without spot, mark, stain of Sin. BRAND NEW, God-Made.
Lord, my God and Father, Grant Breath of Life to Your Dormant Seed. Send Rain. I WAS born of flesh and human spirit, a slave to spirit of death. A soul SHACKLED, You Marked my steps, all my paths as a slave. You ARE GREATER than the sin natured flesh of man. Raise Your Chosen, Dress them in Armor, and Speak Lord, and the enemy shall flee Your Presence in them the lamps of Day.
Awaken the Body, the Brethren of Christ. Beath and the enemy shall fall back in the Presence of Christ.
Fashioned by You in the night, womb of darkness. You, Spirit, have REMADE me, Your Breath, of ALMIGHTY Presence has Given me Christ, NEW Life. Wed NOW this soul unto Christ, to Bear into Being Holy Fruits, Devoted to Spirit AND Truth Eternal Life. It IS You Spirit that GIVES, GRANTS Understanding to Your Children, the Body of Christ. There is no OTHER Life but God. WAKE UP AND BEHOLD Reality.
The fall, the death of the giant Hollywood, will be with a whisper of self-destruction.
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