POETRY The Liberating Touch Of Love You will not perish in the hands of the cruel masters of illusions. You will not perish in the hands of spiritual regression. You will not perish in the hands of spiritual decay. I have brought you the restoration and placed it inside of you. Allow the reality of faith to surge through your spirit and then will your body follow the lead of that which has already happened. Though doubt applies its final squeeze on your heart; though anxiety applies its final pinch on your nerves; though complexity flashes its final illusion of impossibility; though discouragements gravity pulls with all its might; though despair looms as a giant falling meteor; though imaginations designer paints its finishing touch of carefully calculated defeat; though the evil sculptor chisels out a statue that represents your life in his hall of fools; though the host of evil assimilates an army of skilled warriors; though the evil prosecuting attorney of the air presents his evidence of your guilt, look away from all these things to the blood of your lover. Now which one of these things can find you under this holy sanctified blood?
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