The lightning that halts is the lightning that tosses. The lightning that deceases from life, inhabits death. The sea that sows in the fear of God, shapes the fear to furnish the man. The wellingtons that cause a cut, bring the bruises too. When finally she cries with lightning momentum, her greeting turns to mud. The colour of fear is not a colour but in colour the fear torments his brow so with him is regular intervals. He leads the force by fury. He tames the mouth of lions by his music. Yet the triangle that shapes destiny infatuates upon the blood of lust. Is she here who takes my mouth to pierce it upon the triangle that suspends Masonic ritual. Open the mind to a lion and the lion creeps into your fear to bring it into ground sharing. Try listing your building and your building will list you. Pay the price for living and living in grace shall empower your memory. Creep not into the place of silly women. They reject fear for love but fear is stronger than death. What is love in comparison to this. The time is right to survey the revelation that brings fear into the fullness of God. God releases fear to his church when fear releases fear to the people that she loved. Love makes room for future gifts and such gifts would try and haunt the loving family of Jesus. Try and fight for the journalism so that by paper and not by fear your travel shall be. I pray that in the gifts there was fear but do not let fear hold you back from the lightning that struck with power to pinch the body in time. Seek the fear that moves with revelation and not with restoration. That is the fear that reverberates into more patient restoration in the day to come. My heart is fearful but yet let my mind kill the beast and then we will have triumph.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 22:23:32 +0000
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