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THE RIVER

It was in the beginning
Long before the earth was formed
It has being from history go
Orchestrating the course of man
It shall be in the end
To strenghten the end time elects

Its volume can be measured
Ankle deep, knee deep,waist deep
Then, the all surpassing depth
The deeper the river, the better
For its volume is directly proportional
To the magnitude of your manifestation

Ankle deep - Blurred insight
Knee deep - Hearing like the sound of many waters
waist deep - Clear vision but shallow understanding
Depth of depth - Deep insight with efficacy bathed in fresh oil

Howbeit, that we seek its shallow depth
Living with little or no thirst for more
He who thirsts shall be filled
For the river has life unspeakable

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God
The Holy place where the Most High dwells

MEDITATE

In us, the Most High abides
In us, the river dwells
To make us depression free
Its provisions make us glad
Its gently flowing currents caresses our souls to rest

Within the throne of God and the Lamb
The head of the river lies
It is fresh and peaceful
Renewing the righteous one
One who stays planted by it

The presence of the river
Is an oath with fulfilment
He who has the river
Shall know no dryness

It is the annointing
And the power of the most High
It never goes dry
For its source is the most High

The presence of the river
Is a covenant with bliss
He who has the river
The same shall live forever

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