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You whose in the business of emptying graves -

You’ve emptied the grave of my heart.

Death, the inhabitant, who warmed my deathbed

with His delicacies ... now vanquished.

So the tomb of my heart, a garden You have turned.

And Mary was right when she saw You as a Gardner!

You are still the great Gardener walking amongst the tombs - yet with every step, flowers of life You plant.

So my heart a garden of life You have made it.

Then I heard You.

Tender, and full of all the heavenly tones in beauty extreme,

“You are full of life my child. Not any kind. But full of my Life.

So speak, plant flowers of life with Your voice.

For I, Your King has made you into a life giving spirit. Speak life.”

Speak life.

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