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A muffled voice,
still and almost silent
deep within,
Called out as I awoke:
"Won’t you let me show?
Let me flow as you go!"
Like any tree
in God's good grove,
Its limbs and branches,
from push to shove,
Must have room to let grow
its fruit from above.
"I’ve been within
since you first believed,"
the voice did say,
"Since in Christ you
were again conceived."
Atop my canopy,
down from my crown,
My fruit must show,
love, joy and peace,
patience, kindness and
generosity,
faithfulness, gentleness
and self-control,
Must
all
be
let
to
hang
full
down
Where the hungry can reach
them
and grow some of their own.
Galatians 5:22-23
John 15:8
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