Put of thy holy mantle

You this lonely dark corner of a temple to whom week? Open thine eyes and see thy god is not before thee! He is in pathmaker is the farmer there, in the knockout stone road building workers there. The sun, he is with them in presence in shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put of thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil underground go! Deliverance?

Where is this deliverance to be found? Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; he is bound with us all for ever attached together. Sit inside walk from come out and leave feed worship! Your clothes become tattered and stained? Go to meet him in toil and sweat, and he stood together."

" Alternative years away, and life is only too short, those fade away day, will never be forgotten. Remote memories of my ancestors, generation of aboriginal bombazine CaoGai paying, common, send a habitat for everywhere, hide plagues, turbulence internally, shelter, sad after meals not full, lived a dog's life, JuJu roads earthly everywhere, loess buried body, sink amesh falls not. Feeling days grace does not abandon my generation, can live, extended, hunger, can read books, can choose a career. Even out from a garbage heap golden phoenix generally recognized my young nephew, and a number of the junior college...