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Think, my son.
Think and be
In line,
In tune,
One with Me.
I want to
Know you
As you are
And be known
Of you
From afar
No more.
The whores
Who try
To seduce
You from Me
With promises,
Stolen treasures,
Things they
Cannot keep
And have
No power to give.
Son, daughter,
Don’t you see?
The enemy
Entices
With what
Was meant
To be
Freely given
Only to you.
Would you
Have these
Things outside
My will,
My timing
For you?
I love you,
Yet you
Cannot see
Because you
Snatch what
Was meant
To be
Handed
To you
From Me.
Oh that
You would
Love transparently,
Showing forth
To Me
Your wants,
Not hiding,
But giving
Opportunity
To me
To meet
Your need,
Trusting,
Valuing
Our oneness
Above these
Things.
Freely,
Abundantly
I would
Give
What has
Been
Determined
For you.
The enemy’s
Lies
Spoil truth
And steal
From you
What is
Yours.