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REMEMBER YOUR TOES


Glory is goodness being reconciled back to itself through selfless charity of benevolent generosity.
It is the distinct separation of light from darkness through redemptive sacrifice made incarnate by entering into the void of disparity chaos caused leaving an empty grave in every place of death debt and injustice made right through the holiness of justification by faith and salvation by grace alone as we become the restoration of home shedding the memory of self injury by taking nothing personally assuming every shortcoming upon atoning efficacy as we participate in rendering abundance by bearing lacking as a spiritual privilege of existence utilizing our body as an entity of self harmony by balancing reality into a unified state of serene equilibrium at peace with transition as an act of creation through the proper distribution of resources as time and matter become a faultless continuum of agreement continually propagating truths story of love satisfying the needs of narrative to find resolution through solutions that bring closure unto infinite association of relationship which is the gospel of perfectly recalled encounters of personal experience declaring without exception reverence with humble obedience to the gravity of glory that is understanding every memory by remembering with accurate perception meaningful essence within message made clean by proxy. You are loved by a generous and benevolent creator who’s existence within your life persists without exception. Rendering goodness wholeness and intimacy that intertwines everything into a meaningful experience with relational intent that brings lasting comfort through a sense of home that is within your own fleshly body a temple of glorious divinity made incarnate as humanity which is universally God and personally you no matter where you roam.

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