How he listened, like I had vanished,
In body so he could read my soul.
How he listened as I murmured,
As only my dear ones know.
And in the beginning before there was a beginning,
He knew me all in all.
I have been counted and therefore rebounded,
But only by being small.
So what do I do now oh touched laden me?
What is the answer? What is the key?
How do soul, mind, body and thought all work out?
Feelings and knowings what are they about?
I can't fully answer, but answers I've been given.
That is how I know I am touch laden.
So run about whispers.
I'm running a race.
To find he who listened,
And behold his face.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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