Song of Solomon 5:2
"I sleep, but my heart is awake; It the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, 'Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; for mt head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."
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"I have taken off my robe; How can I put in on again? I have washed my feet, How can I defile them?" My heart stood silent, as I heard the Master Artist cry out to me, He said, "Open to me, my sister, my love." I couldn't, I didn't trust Him or me. My religious and self-righteousness became a closed door to my heart. I heard His passion, but my own thoughts baecame my standard..
The Mater Artist spoke, "Turn to me, I will take away the veil from your heart. Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. Trust the spirit of your Master Creator, I will set you free, but you must turn to Me. In the confines of your borders, you continue to live in two dimensions. As I paint you, with shadows, and cool blues and warm passionate reds, you will become three dimensional. Trust Me..
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