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I see the people moving with no noise of their condition.  Concealed beneath the flesh they wear is the condition of their soul.

I wish that they would speak what their heart is holding tight.  At least then I would know just what my lips might say.

“God bless you”.  “Prepare to meet the God you think doesn’t exist”.  That sin you harbor with delicate wanting is wanting to destroy you”.  “Yes!  Jesus is Lord of Lords!  And you are my brother or sister!”  “You didn’t mean to do what you did.  Why are you holding on to your guilt so hard?”

What are you feeling, you people of flesh?