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Second Chronicle Twenty
Then Jehoshaphat knelt down, bowing with his face to the ground. All Judah and Jerusalem did the same, worshiping I am that I am. The Levites (both Kohathites and -Korahite doods-) stood to their feet to praise I am that I am, the Ox-power-under-lead of Israel; they praised at the top of their lungs!
Psalm Forty-Four of the -Sons of Korah-
We've been hearing about this, God, all our lives. Our fathers told us the stories their fathers told them,
How single-handedly you weeded out the godless from the fields and planted us,
How you sent those people packing but gave us a fresh start.
We didn't fight for this land; we didn't work for it—it was a gift!
You gave it, smiling as you gave it, delighting as you gave it.
Fifty Poems ee cummings
hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young
pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
(one itself showing,itself hiding one)
life's only and true value neither is
love makes the little thickness of the coin
comes here a man would have from madame death
neverless now and without winter spring?
she'll spin that spirit her own fingers with
and give him nothing (if he should not sing)
how much more than enough for both of us
darling. And if i sing you are my voice,
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