Risen!
Rosed up, Rolled a way thee Stone, took off thee grave clothes, don't won't to go back there no more, Rosed, Risen, going forth, things that I don't won't to know no more, going forth, don't look for me amongst thee sleeping, I'm awake, can't you see, can't you taste me, I speak of things thats today, I speak things thats not Yet! I've been Ephatha, I'm of thee Eternal king, once dead now Risen, his Alive, His going forth, you and I were just to follow.Risen! Their whole body language says get thee behind me, their not chasing or asking for a Blessing, or an increase of Anointing, they are heavy, they are speaking of things never heard, never seen, they are thee ones's that can roll away thee stone, they are thee ones that can say take off thee grave clothes, they are thee ones that can say come forth; they are thee one's thats an evident token that they are thee ones that can breath on thee dead men borns; thee Risen, all things through thee Power of thee Risen!!!
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