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I won't choose the tattered one,made from the dull and repetitiouspattern of mortality.That stifling cloak would have me appearas heredity's pawn.

Instead the Father dresses mein the garment of immortality,woven with seamless attributesof His grand design,the pattern flawless,resplendent in Soul's majestic hues.

July 20, 2009
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