Timothy Branch

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Old Faithful - Poem by Timothy Branch

Raise your right hand and upon me place the other hand.
Do recognize what I am beneath your hand.
I am the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Never mind me though?
I don’t come alone.
There is a Judge that you affirm your intent to offer a right sacrifice of truth to His Divine office.
Old faithful will discern what it is you have offered and rightly judge as He sees fit to.
Cautiously approach what you consider a right offering after touching a book of revealed truth.
Old faithful judges righteously.
No matter what one utters, there is One that sees what evades, persuades, or dissuades mere men.
Old faithful changes not.

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/29/2013 7:59:00 AM)

    good Timothy Old faithful changes not good friday well done voted (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013

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