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LOVE,

what is it?

Just another word in man's dictionary?

What the enemy has used agains't me to spell

Lust Over Vain Ecstacy

to slap me around with

bitter tears that are not my own?

NO.

To me it is four letters

that spell the hope I felt in your death,

the life I received through your pain,

and the nails that secured my eternity.

So, tell me

how can some hypnotical smooth speaker

with a fly line compare to this?

What can he say that could touch this emotion

that was given, lived and died for

to a depth of feeling that you could never understand,

or can you?

Have you ever felt the words that were life,

dropped from bloodied lips

or heard the rush of life through trees

spoken into existance by THE ONE

who many won't even acknowledge.

What about the warmth

as you walk into HIS presence

and feel HIS awesome power.

How can you stand?

You don't. You bend,

you fall and break underneath it all,

but then HE lifts you

takes you to new heights

and calls you HIS own.

No more dirty and filthy

scabs of sin hang from you.

Your clean.

A New Birth.

Excepted.

LOVE.


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