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Tarrakkul the Gazzele

(25, October,1996)

The Sending Of The Holy Book


To you my friend,
A letter that has no end.
Read this book I send,
your soul it in the Spirit will mend.
Though you now can't understand it,
it never ends and will bring many from the pit.
Read, read, read the book,
my heart and life it took,
giving them to my Father to over look.
These words will teach you the meaning of love,
The understanding comes from above,
Read with an open heart,
Read it from start to end and end to start.
You are soon to discover,
That over your soul hovers,
a longing to read this book,
This book that never ends.

Written on March 11,2011, as I prayed over one I love who does not yet know my dearest love-Jesus.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012
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