There is very tale of a river that flows from the city of God.
Where men, and thus women were made hold.
While I sat down and reflected on those  mystery and the spirit behind it.
 I was in the spirit,
I could notice silent on each lane and the road where  afar off.
But there was peace at each lane with a quiet sound without noise wrapped around it.
But,
I couldn't see this great  river of life that flows from the city of God.
I might be the reason for that.
There are hierarchy  and stages of vision as been thought.
While I was rounding up my vision, I felt this unpleasant coldness on both hands with a broad smile on each cheek.
The great One is coming very soon  maranatha.
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