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Flowers grow up out of the mud.  It’s a reality that at first might be hard to see.  Examining ourselves, seeing what’s reflected in the mirror of our hearts or psyche reminds us we are empty, wanting.  The Spirit breaths into the dust and brings life, animates the new Adam.  From his lungs emerges prayer and praise, the heart’s true song.

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He’s Got the Whole World in His Head

Enter the Stream

What Dreams May Come

Heart of a Saint, Mind of a Scholar, Skin of a Rhino

Mirror, Mirror

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