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1 Corinthians 13:3 New King James Version 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body [a]to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing. “To walk in the same spirit, is to walk in the same light” Trotting where Jesus walked in the reality of life. Nothing more and nothing less expected in our rest, but obedience in the Spirit to the Solver of our strife. Nothing more intriguing than walking hand in hand with Him, and when really tired to be carried on the way. Who does all the work and supplies the complete direction? Is it not Christ, Himself: “the Life, the Truth, and the Way”? If I walk where Jesus walked. Gloria Hallelujah If I pray like Jesus prayed. Glorious be on High. If I care as Jesus cared, Angels will be shouting. If I die to myself as Jesus hopes, I’ll rise with Him in Life. Jan Wienen
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