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Papa has made peace with all things.

Many things are asleep to Papa

but I am not.

I am awake to Papa’s peace

with all things.

I am considered a fool by both family and friend.

But my Papa is more precious

than silver and gold.

You can have all this world,

but give me Papa.

The world is so loved

that the Son of Papa

poured out His blood

over every mountain and city street,

every blade of grass and night-time star.

I repent every day

from the boredom of the devil.

It is he who is unimpressed

by Papa’s peace.

But I do not despise I,

I turn to the living Papa

and His precious peace

and I live His purpose.

I reflect Him because

He has chosen to reflect Himself

off of my heart.