Jesus’s daughter,

(on the way to Jairus’ daughter)

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Dear God, our father, you who knows us well - 

we show you how we are by what we do

and ask you to help us the Truth to tell

as best as we now can. Open to you,

and your creative options to learn love..

for we are small, and weak, and immature,

and made from dust as animals here gov-

earned by instincts that are not straight and sure.

We thank you that your own creative love

was breathed into the dust that is our lives,

& if you don't give wisdom from above

then we can’t be at all like Jesus Christ.

But the distinctive thing about that man

was he could clean us up from right inside,

our motives and directives, & he can

we’ve found and know that this can’t be denied

(of course it can if we choose our own world 

but) this is what your leader came to lead

us in, wherever we are (by you) hurled

to show off small and weak light’s quite quick speed.

And so, as James learned from his big bro. then,

we’ll learn to let your love light do it's quick

and active thing within your world right when

a list’ning ear is needed. I am sick

of quickly talking, frustrating inside.

I give this sickly self to you, again.

Please heal me. I will walk, if I can’t ride

with you, or else Lord Jesus, touch your hem*.

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After a phone discussion with my daughter (who has made the second turning, to grow younger as the daughter of her father in heaven) on a set of wierd incidents that had the smell of supernatural involvement and testing to snapping point… (but that through help provided by God, and followed through with by her, DID NOT snap her, but that almost appeared to strengthen her). 

The second or third try, we gave up on the glitching phone, and decided to sing a hymn or Psalm that came to mind, where we were. This is the one that came to my mind and by this blog I am sharing it with you, daughter:

Draft 2 recording

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Footnotes

m* - Mark 5:21-37

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