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“Life is not such a picnic,” said He unto Justine, “It’s hard and scars and drains of everything.”
“Surely not,” she said right back in defense of her dreams. “I’ll have a life with fun and sun and drinks and all such things.”
“I tell the truth, I would not lie, surely less ‘bout this than most. Walk right out without My plan; your dreams become a ghost.”
“I’ve heard enough,” Justine to Him said; only dreams to boast. “I will because I am myself, dreams are my greatest toast.”
“Do not from hate say this to me. For love is all I am. If one should boast it should be I. I am the Great I Am.”
“So now you boast and come to me with clearly such a sham. Prove to me that you could be this sacrificial Lamb?”
“I know your heart Justine my child, deceit you can’t afford. Look at My hands driven through with spikes, my side pierced by the sword.”
“My God, my God,” a tearful cry Justine turned back him towards. “Oh please forgive my selfish greed. All praise to you my Lord.”
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