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From: | Lewie Gillespie |
Subject: | [Bug-dotgnu-libs] whisk discount |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 21:00:31 -0000 |
Perchance a withered limb is but idleness that can
bequickened by energy. In truth we gaze but do not see, and hearken but do not hear;
we eat anddrink but do not taste. And now I am old and alone, yet still He visits my
dreams. I would speak of His face, but how shall I? He was sad, yet it was a sadness
that would rise to the lips and become asmile. We shall suffer much, yet we shall
endure and we shall live. Tobarter and lose is better than not to go
forth.
But you shall beheld down by the chains of your own
judgment.
Now tell me, what power had He to attack and
disperse hundreds of men andwomen without opposition?
Poor petty tetrarchs lost in their own darkness,
they stumble and falldown. In Jesus the elements of our bodies and our dreams came
togetheraccording to law. LEVIA DISCIPLEUPON AN EVENTIDE HE PASSED BY MY HOUSE, AND
MYsoul was quickened within me. And He was gentle, like a man mindful of his own
strength. We moved beside the weeping willows, and the reflections of the
willowswere deep around us.
He belonged to the youth of the mind and you belong
to its old age. No one shall open the flood gates of his ancestors without drowning.
His youth was inflamed like dry grass that burns in the night. He preached
somethingbeyond my liking, perhaps beyond my reason. What word did Jesus utter that
Halliel had not spoken? I was but one of the many who went afterHim to gaze at His
face. You have given me birth, and for that I amgrateful to you. And in my solitude
I thought of Him and I followed these two streams inHis heart.
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