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Unfolding in brilliant gold.
Ribbons of fire
The Man
From the waste down
Girded with melted brass
Burning bright
Oh Yahshua!
Wheels within wheels
Ezekiel’s vision stamped upon my soul
In the indelible ink of Spirit
Forever impressed upon the parchment of my heart
Oh Yahshua!
Go to, I tell you!
Go to a rebellious house!
Fear them not
To a strange people nor a hard language do I send you
But to your own -- to the very House of Israel
Burning bright
Girded with melted brass
From the waste down
The Man
Ribbons of Fire
Unfolding in brilliant gold
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