Charles Hice (May 13 2004 / Heaven)
Wheat And Tares
Do not uproot the apacolYpse tree.
The killers and the criminal animals see.
The good men and the livery.
The hunters of meat and the reapers of the wheat.
The Harvester is the fisher of the men.
Find the Bread.
THe one who died upon the tree.
The one who loves the dead.
The Jesus of the city of the Nazerene.
The Jewish King.
The GOD who is my friend.
The Wheat comes down to us from above on ^A^ngal wings.
The Spirit discerning friend from foe.
He who tears the tares away.
He who makes me whole.
My love he gives to me.
My ewe he blessed me with is she.
WHeat bread and kisses free.
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