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Code by Fab - originally found by Dave Bauscher He thirsted for God, while a devil who carved our container, and a bloody mast, last night in a chamber, chose also to fly. It was the end of the world, in the natural state, and to multiply the flock. There shall be calm; the Lord shall sit as a son of man to serve. The hills are roaring and woe! Because the heart is wounded he seeks his Rock. We make glad the Lord of the Son. http://www.lulu.com/browse/book_view.php?fCID=221630 http://www.biblecodedigest.com/page.php/192 http://www.biblecodedigest.com/page.php/115
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