All I can say is that something about having Christ means that I have spurs on,
I have spurs on.
I am not coming to town. This is not about my mosey or my words to you, if you put your hands up at my draw. Nope. But if you would look below, you would see that I have spurs on.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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