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Blood sinks into my bones and sings, and sings
Life raised down from the ground, and
lives
in
me.
Love.
Love. Without it, I am a clanging cymbal bringing death to its hearers, sucking out the essence of human life.
Blood. Without it, I could not fully experience God living in and through me. Seeing me as His own, undivided by sin and I,
see
Him.
I see Him as Father made known to me through a Friend. He is the foundation of life and the standard of my relationships.
Without blood and love, I can’t experience life singing in my bones.
Dried bones that have risen.
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