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The Wind Flower
(Eclesiartes 3:14 "The wise man's eyes are in his head, but the fool walketh in darkness: and I also understand that the same happens to you both")
On those sunny days, there are those days ... I miss the wind was the song of the world and the sun made soil, which struck us with a delicious warmth of love that flew beyond the blue sky I can not deny, he thought of all ... the top of the third heaven that has no end, felt that purity of peace and love of Father. touch with that feeling, I felt safe and alive even more than had ever lived, what had happened was not grander than that moment alone with him, plunged my bare feet on the earth that seemed alive to remember the first existing Vineyard man ... my mind: we're generated son of the holy clay !, this my heart rejoiced, and my soul wanted is in front of my flesh, locating all those wings surrounded the house serving under me in this world.
Those wings were stretched and nailing down the thought of the existence of angels of light that protected me from the wickedness of the world and something green and inky destruidor.O filled my eyes and smells the flowers had bought, bought? as well bought ?, where such perfume? ... One who breathed the breath of life in thee, thy overflowed halite on the roses ... Grandiose this done.
Thought to myself: -Don't nothing more pleasurable than seeing what you create and love his creation, knowing that originated from your hands and you just want to !. He should think so!
Being small is the best thing in the world because you know you have someone who is bigger and who comforts you, it touches you the bosom amid prayers that shed a light liquid that wets over dries fast, fast? how fast? ... because to someone walking drying the tears!
The simplest things are extraordinary as the water one day turned wine! Learning new things is to teach the same old things to new people who spread this knowledge ... Who knew that all this occurred with your feet firmly planted in the mud!
The Wind Flower is one that Esala aroma wherever he goes and makes a peace whom turn sweet love, will actually not a flower, will only a perfume that mirrors in small, medium and large bottles of all shapes and beauties, most everyone wants that love, the portal of the perfume is the man who was made of clay and the aroma is the one who created it, now and forever known as God!
Eclesiartes 1
10.Há something that can be said, See, this is new? Already was in centuries past, which were before us.
Text made by Caroline Rose De Melo
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