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“New Perception Lately, I have a new perception in my eyes. I want to see you. Can I see this through? This glorified surrender in the air. The words come to me in my dreams. What I don’t Understand, why me? Lord, you guide what I write. It’s time people know these are your words, you want them heard. So, today, I write what came to me last last night. We all need a new perception in our eyes. You’re telling me to continue and I will. There’s a tear from your blessings in my eyes. In Jesus name. Amen.”

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