INSTANTANEOUS HEALING

Pure white Christ, sunshine of eternal Love,Filled my entire being,Lifting me aboveAll pain, fear, and doubt,Nothing there but bright reality—No devil to cast out.

Instant was my release:Soul breathed, sense sighed and fled.A sure surcease: "No life,No truth, among the senses deadIn matter. All is Mind."Nothing there to dread!

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