Garbs of My Faith

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    Garbs of My Faith

    I am called three times
    I feel the divine power
    My father
    Put my garbs of the armor of spiritual calling

    I am your solider of Christ of your son
    Touch me with the flame
    Let me carry the Holy Spirit
    You give to me

    I love even when I am hated
    I guide others lost in the green forest of life
    To touch your thoughts
    To feel your love
    To be loved
    To be touched

    I wear the garbs
    I hear the calls of the stray
    To guide and to feel the sorrow
    of others

    To carry and disperse the demons of the legions
    To cast out doubt To restore faith
    To love; to be hated

    I walk the thin line of heaven and hell
    I will walk bare footed on pain and anguish
    I will fall materially but I will rise spiritually
    I will give the father's word and to put the souls
    back on the path of the sandy beach of the oceans of life
    To get to the light of our father above.

    I will carry the cross
    I will carry the son's cross and feel the passion upon me
    To carry the garbs that protect me
    I will carry the cross and wear the garbs of discipleship

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    graceladymn commented on Garbs of My Faith

    09-19-2009

    Robes of divinity placed in mortality, freely given, freely taken, let the abundance of the supply complete the mission of healing for which the Son has drawn you to himself and let the waters of adversity part to clear way for the hands and eyes touch the heart of the unseen and lay waste the troubles of multitudes and we are the fruit of the task of recall to let the notes of inspiration flow onto the harvest rich in evolvement letting divinity have its say as we walk in the way of love. For it is a hearty fire that strips the soul bare to usher forth praise for a master hand that forms what it will.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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