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The gift of Grace is given to some. Life experience, whipping fast as a wave, washes out the dryness of our mouths and gives us the words to say.

We are men overboard, falling in the water from lack of faith. The spirit not whole. Lesson not learned today.

I take a breath, and the wall ruptures. The dam overflows and the truth pours out. Will this be my saving Grace? Given to despair I solemnly fall to my doom once again.

Swim back. The battle isn't lost as it will go on everyday. As there are seasons to everything. Our will, never shifting, Grace taking its shape, the power to stand He may bring.

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Listen - and tell me what you hear. The sound of thunder. Of the running train. Of the birds and squirrels in the trees. Of Mother's laughter.

What can my ears hear though my eyes are closed and what can my eyes see though my ears are closed? What are these things without explanation? Listen - with your eyes and feel with your heart.

Where is the start of the cause? What makes this sound and where does it bellow from? From the heart of the world - from the heart of the soul - from the heart of life? I'll listen - tell me what you see.