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Jesus Was Lost In His Love For God.

Why Are You Knocking At Every Door ? Go, Knock At The Door Of Your Own Heart.

You Are The Essence Of The Essence, The Intoxication Of Love. I Long To Sing Your Praises But Stand Mute With The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart !

I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood, Bone, Brain, And Soul. There's No Room For Lack Of Trust, Or Trust. Nothing In This Existence But That Existence.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence, Or In Absence. Both Mourn, The Angels, The Prophets, And This Sadness I Feel Has Taken From Me The Taste Of Language, So That I Cannot Say The Flavor Of My Being Apart.