SHOUTS OF DELIVERANCE (and sacraments)

We’re getting to be like those statues we made with our own hands. We can’t hear nothing- we aren’t seeing. We’re tall, erect, proud beauties, but we lost the thing that made us living- we lost the feeling of our blood moving and our soul’s yearning. We can’t hear our upward calling. But we’re lost and being found with shouts of deliverance.

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