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Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2014
I will always remember the saying that goes,
"Darkness is just the absence of light."
Without that light you can never see.
You become blind.
Blind to all the glory that you could ever conceive.
But if you would just believe.
Believe that there is a God searching with the light of his candle
For you.
Please don't be blind, because he's right there in front of you.
You don't need to be practicing abstinence from God
You just think He's an absence.
Because you have become absent from his light.
When he has been searching day and night for you.
 Willing to go over every height to find you.
 With that light in his hand.
 But then,
He sets it on the ground.
 It turns to fire that spreads all around Him!
 Fire, fire.
 This isn't regular fire.
 It's living fire.
 It's Breathing fire.
 Searching fire, 
 Searching fire.
 That was once searched for.
 That was lit out of its darkness,
 To light up the world.
 To lighten you.
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