21: O Moving Form Of Dust! I Desire Communion With Thee But Thou Wouldst





O MOVING FORM OF DUST! I desire communion with thee, but thou wouldst put

no trust in Me. The sword of thy rebellion hath felled the tree of thy

hope. At all times I am near unto thee, but thou art ever far from Me.

Imperishable glory I have chosen for thee, yet boundless shame thou hast

chosen for thyself. While there is yet time, return, and lose not thy

chance.





21 When Travelling If Ye Should Stop And Rest In Some Safe Spot Perform Ye 21: O Son Of Man! Upon The Tree Of Effulgent Glory I Have Hung For facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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