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my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man,
but Your Vine saps me to the Word
~like swords strip my thorn
Oh Vibe of Heaven
in my branch, awoken, rising
startled.
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Impression
from* Marks Gospel 2
Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. āSapā His Word . His wound , as from the Cross is location for New Birth. Here new Graft finds Freedom to be Its purpose in the Kingdom of God (Vineyard) āI am the Vine, you the branchesā.
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