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I Believe God Answers Prayers

  I know my Lord is the King of Kings , he created everything around us ..and makes it known to us what we as his children are supposed to do and he is all forgiving ... can you imagine having that big of a heart ... i know in my life i have people i still have grudges against from ten yrs ago ... Praise him !!!
starstruck2xtrme starstruck2xtrme 26-30, F 3 Responses May 22, 2007

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I agree with you, completely....but....you need to get rid of the grudges......unforgiveness, will stand in the way, of your prayers.....it's a poison....and it can make you physically/spiritually ill....<br />
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My daughter was healed, because of all the prayers that were sent up to God, on her behalf....healed of cancer....There is power in the Blood.

The Meeting<br />
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Waters lap the shores of a distant land<br />
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Crimson, and tension pulls across the rolling surface<br />
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One might almost walk across the surface<br />
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If the gravity here was a little lighter<br />
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Bobbing like a cork in crimson waters with a tight molecular structure<br />
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It’s difficult to swim or paddle towards firm ground<br />
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The dusk turns deep azure as the triple moons sail overhead<br />
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Unsynchronized in orbit, one passes the other quickly<br />
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But the two orbs that stay awhile allow for infrared vision<br />
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Land or something like it heaves into view and disappears<br />
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Alternating current rises and falls in regular rhythm<br />
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I continue to paddle in digital form towards the distant shoreline<br />
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Alone but surrounded by a busy sea<br />
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Frothing and flowing but somehow strangely muted<br />
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Like sounds after a heavy snowfall on Terra are quieted and stilled<br />
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This is not there, and here is an unusual discovery at each moment<br />
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Purplish flumes rise at the meeting of sea and shore<br />
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Their contorting strangely comforting<br />
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Branrish beach approaches me quickly<br />
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Its sparkling surface ignorant yet beckoning my arrival<br />
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Left I go right to a cartwheel across the “sand” of fine crystals<br />
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Finishing on curves and splayed limbs<br />
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My thick and tentacled lower limbs gyrate slowly over the surface<br />
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Keeping me erect on the shimmering surface<br />
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Gliding my torso forward I push my smell and sighting senses forward<br />
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Frequencies hum across my mandibles; my long whiskers gathering spectrum<br />
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Uniquely rhythmic is this place, but not over there<br />
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I sense a void in the natural order of things<br />
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Out of place and created by other hands<br />
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Not alive like the rest of the atmosphere here<br />
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Approaching with childish curiosity I attempt to recognize the non-pattern<br />
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A monument of some sort it appears to me<br />
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With strange scratching on its dark but shiny surface<br />
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Dead and cold and a testament to a civilization long forgot<br />
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Oddly emplaced and obviously forgotten<br />
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Disappointed, I move onward<br />
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Impatient, I gather and spread my foursome wings and take flight<br />
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Rising above the surface I gather speed and ob<x>jectively observe<br />
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Using peripheral senses to collect rather than my primaries<br />
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I guide myself by the syncopated and asymmetric natural rhythms of this place<br />
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Moving slowly forward I survey the undulating landscape<br />
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Until I tire and sleep for the morning<br />
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Waking to sounds of singing, a distant and haunting echo<br />
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Trembling the hills and moving the rocks<br />
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I rise above the quaking earth calmly, not expecting trouble<br />
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For why should there be in this place forgotten for millennia<br />
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A whirling maelstrom approaches from a great distance<br />
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Light and frequencies flashing in a synchronized cacophony<br />
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I bow at the feet of the Creator<br />
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Helpless and weak as He nears my place<br />
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Hidden from sight by enormous clouds and multiple rainbows<br />
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Sounds of rushing water murmuring by the millions<br />
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Each molecule in song and purpose cascading eternally<br />
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The Voice that speaks forth both life and death<br />
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Darkness is eliminated in the light<br />
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A calming peace at the Feet of the many wheeled throne<br />
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Many-eyed wings stand guard in praise<br />
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All paths lead to the Feet, and all darkness vainly attempts to flee<br />
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Countless beings surround the Throne<br />
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. . . . . . . (unable to utter or record)<br />
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Time is not here, nor is space<br />
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My senses are each and all embraced in perfection<br />
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Now I know what I am, what I must do, why I am here, where I must go<br />
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Once released I point my trembling hearts in the direction of home<br />
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Burning with a fire placed there, impatient for release<br />
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Surely this moment I have been touched, to never be the same again . . .<br />
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by Compelled Three