My minds mental play is so literally for thee. Knowing where ever I go all the worlds dream loving me, What could I say yet do. Enjoying being me and loving you through, For my words I supplant to seed to water into air. Bringing to light and form, Eyes point to ideal. How beautifully artfully lyrically loving I am. My mind’s moving play flows painting before thee , Wherever I go, the world dreams loving nurturing me. A whisper, a pulse, a visions comes you, Enjoying being me and seeing it through, Each word I breathe, these seeds into air, Watering thought, forming light. Heavens point ideal in sight, Bringing forth beauty, birthing the bright. How artfully, lyrically, loving I am, Molding the world thinking the touch my hand. Breathing creation, painting the view, For my soul sings lovingly me you, Art Baby Blue.
For my records for Love thank you. “Love Endureth” Neville Goddard We are told, “He who has not loved does not know God, for God is love.” This is not a conclusion that the prophet reached after years of philosophic study, but an act of God in self-revelation. If God never revealed himself to man, I doubt that man would ever know that God is love. But, in spite of all the horror of the world, I know from experience that God is love. The apostle Paul tells us, “Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I am as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.” Then he takes all the symbols of God and compares them to love. You could have all the wisdom of the world, all the power of the world, but if love is not present, your worldly power and wisdom is as nothing. There is no gift of the spirit comparable to love, and in the end love is the only thing that is alive. Faith will be fulfilled; hope will be realized. These are attributes of God, but love is not an attr...
visioning beauty splendor forming long found ideal race sounds faces voices bursting fourth dimension space onto through thee universe boundless some call it imagination I call it God
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