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Mar 27, 2007 20:59:45 GMT -5
Post by richtersmerriegrl on Mar 27, 2007 20:59:45 GMT -5
He cores me like an apple. Not satisfied with only the skin, tough, waxy and without flavor not satiated with the sweet juicy pulp, dripping juice and sugar sweetness. He cores me.... with the fine honed blade of His will. He carves me out as His. No seed of thought not taken. No tough dividing barriers left remaining. He cores me like an apple. He slices me for His pleasure. and it is my absolute joy when what remains of me becomes a feast for his pleasure. I am his apple, gratefully cored. Gratefully sliced, all of what I was, and all of what I am ... Open to Him, for Him, His.
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