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Hor-d'oeuvres to the Daily Hustle

On my way to work all perfumed up
Had to cross the road behind a garbage truck

Too many Christians either don't believe their Bible
Or believe in their Bible

If the Corpus is an Eden
What must I believe to dwell there?

I endeavour to trust my Bible like the ground I walk on
It is Wisdom who steadies my feat
Even when the ground shakes

I don't believe I can be more perfect
I am perfectly filthy
And in what better bed would God plant his roses
Certainly not in a heart of cement

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Tony Taylor

Wow Sir BIKAADI !!......that was a most engaging read....made me smile and find some real wisdom within its confines!!......especially liked this ~

                            ~I don't believe I can be more perfect
                              I am perfectly filthy...."

Big smiles!!......fun and insightful all wrapped up into one!!......ALL STARS!!.....enjoyed brother!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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al Bikaadi

Glad you had fun good fellow! Love your positivity and praise always!!!! 

SHALOM

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Savage Skavege

That was great !No one is perfect ,but in God's eyes there is grace.

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al Bikaadi

And His grace can turn all things into GOOD things! 
Amen

Thank God for His great and boundless love! 

SHALOM
🙏🏼

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