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( Ursula Roberts A MEDIUM Thus am I a guardian, On The threshold of this life, An instrument; to bring some peace into a word of strife, A voice! An ear! An eye That sees the dead, who do not die, An ear which hears the voice That bid you cease to cry, This am I; a channel who brings for you relief; A measure of joy and comfort In the midst of your grief, I belong not to earth, nor to heaven; On the threshold I stand Reaching into the unknown; Giving to you a hand, I Am lifted to heaven by spirit, Cast to hell by your lack of faith And led by the loving voices, The world calls the voices of wrath, The life that is mine is given To you; for the one that have died And call to you from the threshold Of the glorious otherside, Serving Spirit you cant go wrong, For your life becomes a song; A little song, with notes of praise To punctuate the passing days, Tiny notes notes unheard by men, But added to the great Amen, Which nature breathes in wind and sea; Praising God eternally,
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 07:28:30 +0000

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