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2008.Oct.09
2008.Nov.06
I am not pheonix, though I live from my ashes
I am not a ghost, though I supercede the temporal
I am alive and the veil thins
I smell the spirit as worship floods
The veil is torn, come enter
His presence, His Glory
His life out to us
Breathe God in, breathe out praise
Make this life His sanctuary
Make my whims only the Passions of His heart
Make my breath His heartbeat
And my love, His face
Lord transplant my heart,
I can't live without yours
There is hunger in every breath
And desparation in all my being
~JLB
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