Holy Spirit, you are the coldest thing I know, you surround me at all times even in the snow, you are even in the wind that I blow. Sometimes I watch the smoke that rise to the throne aka home. Holy Spirit hear this; thank you for healing me to heal the nation's; eternal tree.
You are the strength of a lion that rest in Zion, every partial even to the smallest ion.
Babylon comes in wolf's clothing disguise on: run quick, triathlon.
I am a king walking in a world full of pawns; keep flowing on from dust to dawn and on and on.
Like eternity, Grace is free the gift that was given to me; three trinity; father, son and holy ghost. Communion; drink his blood it's a toast.
I want it all, more, most.
We are all children of the son; kin folk.
Did you learn and listen when Christ spoke, put your burdens on me; with him I am yoked.
Jesus the Holy Spirit, the Holy Ghost; the coldest thing I know.
Blackhemmingway©
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