Small child left behind, the authority of the religious, threatened, pride, we are in charge, amen. The arrogance of the pharisee’s, how they expected to get away with it, all the lost children. Solomon cried, the tears real, how they sacrificed the child, to save their pride, would they pay a price for it, trying to limit the scope of the Spirit; precedent told him, they were going to lose, those who put politics before love, over for those sorts, amen.
The light from Heaven, the lesson he learned, he wondered what the excuse would be, amen.
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