CHOSE... CHOOSE... CHOICE... RIPOSTE WORDS UPON THIS EARTH, SPOKEN AGAINST ANOTHER IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE. 

 

MY SPIRIT RESOUNDS WITH WEEPING-FILLED UTTERANCES, EARTHLY SEQUESTERED, NOW BURTH FORTH WITHIN THIS PANORAMA DIVINE GROTTO.

 

THE SOUL'S WEATHER-BEATEN HABITAT ARISES WHEN WATERY EMOTIONS BEGIN FALLING.  

 

EXPOSING THE SCRIBBLING MARKS OF ABRASIVE DAMAGE DONE FROM TORCH-BEARING GRAFFITI-WRITERS. 

 

RIGHTEOUS ONE'S TRAIPSING IN A "CRUSADE" TO PURGE HUMANITY FROM KNOWING THE BOUNDLESS BEAUTY OF AGAPE LOVE.  

 

IS GOD'S LOVE STILL AN UNMERITED FAVOR?

 

FOR TORCHBEARERS SPEAK OF "BLESSED ASSURANCE" NOW BEING ABSENT OF YOUR 

OMNI-POWER. 

 

GOD INSCRIBE YOUR HAND-WRITING OVER STONE-HEART WORDS THAT RAIDERS LEFT AS SCARS WITHIN OUR SHARED DIVINE GROTTO.  

 

CARVE FAITH, MEEKNESS AND KINDNESS AT OUR GATHERING PLACE; THAT WEATHER-BEATEN WATER FALLING CASCADE.  

 

CLEANSE A SOUL'S HABITAT FROM ANY TRACES OF THESE CRUSADER'S HAVOC. REMOVE THE MARKS OF TRAMPLING FEET THAT BELONG TO THE "SELF-APPOINTED" 

VICTORS UPON THIS EARTH.  

 

                                                       HUMBLY YOURS, JOANN FORSBERG 

                                                       JUNE 11TH, 2014.