It is great and most beutiful thing to dwell in your presence, to feel your voice and know that I am your beloved. Your love it's so much sweeter than honey, overflowing like milk; the most beutiful and void filling is to know that I am eternally and most beutifuly loved. I am his precious child, he is jealous for me therefore I shall not fall, because of your love there are tears of gladness in my eyes I cannot imagine to live without thee.
THIS REAL! My king has conquered the grave, he clothes me in royal robes that I don't deserve o the chosen ones sing! Rejoice in that he is always faithul and good! He's love nether fails
By Damian Gaslawski
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