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My issue in this time, as I've been shown, by God is soon to be my next project. It's time to get the tools out and begin, to fix, or make, and do what needs be done. There is a hope inside me, and I know, that God has not left me all on my own. And that, for a good reason, so I'll go, as only I can go as I am shown.

What difference does it make to you oh man,  That you have been forgiven, loved by God,  That he does not see your sins in anymore,  What difference does it make or does it not?    How does it help you in the way you live?  Or does it help you in the way you think?  Or does it change the kind of things you do?  Please, tell us cause I think you think it's true.   How did it make you feel when you first knew?  Or, was the process a progressive thing? Do you think you have reached the top and know, Exactly how you think this makes you think?    Have you been changed since you have found this out?  Do you now hold onto this without doubt? Then did you realise just who you once were? But only tell us what you can confer.

Ask me about this one next time you see me .. Amongst the reeds when crocodiles are near, There is some fear when I give up, look down, And feel the weeds and grasses, I can see, the possibility of crocs around. I'll put one foot ahead, and walk along, the water slows me down, up to my knees. I've never heard of friendly crocodiles, I feel them looking out, but I can't see. It's scary thinking I could be their lunch, I'd rather have a hundred mozzie bites, But, it won't help if I get angry at, these meat-eaters for doing what they'd like. I'll do my best to outsmart all these crocs, the snakes as well, that sneak amongst the grass, I'll tippy-toe right past, their lizard tails, I'll have to learn their tricks, learn to be smart.

There is a culture often found in dough, that's been put there by someone who would like, a bigger, softer bread than it would be, without this yeast that gives a rising out. It seems that it could have another use. I'm thinking about storytelling and, although I could mean beer,(that would be true), It's not the one I'm thinking of right now. Well, it could be a metaphor. "What for?" I'm glad you've asked and I will keep it plain. Or, try to, but for me that's sometimes hard. I like to use ideas to help explain. And that is why I think that Jesus used, this picture of the yeast which would soon grow. It helped him to serve up the mind a feast. A clever way to ask the mind to know. This metaphor could then be used again. To symbolise another kind of growth. It's not that yeast is good, or bad, alone. It's more a case of that it could be both*. But, in the mind of One,( who is the Son, of God), it soon took on a greater

Upon the shore, there on the other side, there came a man out of the cemet'ry.. He'd been abandoned there, for he was wild. And, no one knew the child that he'd soon be. They'd used thick chains to keep him safely locked, but, ev'ry time, it wasn't quite enough. He'd break out, leaving broken chains behind, It's safe to say, he was out of his mind. He'd lived there 'mongst the hills, for many days. And, he would moan, and wail, and carry on, and cut himself with stones. In many ways, he was a broken man, "Here is the Son, of GOD!" He fell at Jesus's feet. He cried, "Don't hurt us, please, we beg. You are the great-, est, and is there something between us?" …."Come, get out of it," said Jesus, "and be-gone!" ...What is your name?" He asked then of the man. "There's many here, and Many is my name, a bunch of us, so please don't send us out, we want to stay here in

So, how on earth will God accept this man? And, what is there that I can do or say, To make God happy so that I can be, acceptable enough to stand up straight? Will I write endless songs to reach God's ears? Or, starve myself of food for fifty days? Will I learn all the Bible off by heart? Or, wear a t-shirt that says "Jesus Saves"? Well, he has shown me what is truly good. And what it is that he would ask of me. To always do what's fair, and right, and true. To love, what's loyal, when circumstances say I might, have ev'ry right to look the other way. To love, the choice of being kind, to someone else. And not, to get revenge for what's been said or done. It hurts, but in the end what have I truly won? Now look, there is another thing God wants from me. To humbly go about the day with him. To share in work and play and all I do. And not, To think I know exactly what I'm on, about, and know precisely what you mean. That'