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Time of Love
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Loathed from birth,
With cord torn,
     not cut.
Naked and bloody 
     left
In an empty field
     to die. 
No eye cried. 
No heart hurt. 
I saw you writhing
     in your own 
          blood,
And covered you 
     with My wings. 
I said, "Blood live!"
And you thrived. 
I said, "Body grow!"
And you became 
     beautiful. 
I made you Mine. 
I washed you. 
I anointed you. 
I clothed you. 
I became thine. 
It was your time
     of love,
I made you
     my bride,
So beautiful!
In My love now
For My love,
     abide. 
 

Ezekiel 16

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by J Alan R
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