My Dear Dry Your Eyes
My Dear
O
my Father, if it be possible let this cup pass me
Nevertheless
Not as I will but as thou wilt
My Dear
Watch and pray that you enter not into temptations
My Dear
The spirit indeed is willing,
The flesh is weak
Nevertheless
We shall see you sitting on the right hand of Power!
and coming in the clouds of heaven I will lift my eyes wide for the signs
My Dear
Today with you this way now be close-knit fabrics soul mate clear every time
Make a decree that you will never to cry these words--E"-li,E'-li-la'-ma-sa-bach'-tha-ni? Never you Be forsaken in the veil not heaven nor earth between the worlds the case is sealed and closed.
My God My God why hast thou forsaken Jesus in me.
After three days
I
Rise and you my Dear walk on By.
Copyright © Joyce Faure | Year Posted 2023
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