I have called a people out of a people. Those who have had an ear to hear are walking with me. Flowing like a mighty river. They abide in me, looking to me, Holding thier place in line. Yielded vessels, in whom I am, gloified while others wander in confusion, they walk in truth. They having enter the gate, have found the narrow path, step by step, they follow. The word a lamp to thier feet. Storm after storm, revailed not aginest them. For Like a ship, upon troubled sea, they sailed, without fear, for their sail was filled by a mighty wind, the wind of my spirit. They have prevailed! They love not their lives even unto death. They shall enter in, they shall eat of the tree of life freely. "Come, follow me."

Given June / 2001

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