I find Paul at the Sandwich Shop, and he Says I am graven into God's hand; I shall come out like Gold.
I blow the Shofar on Trumpets And it tastes rancid on my tongue's tip. The eerie sound is heard around the whole world.
Jonathan sits on my sofa, and tells me of Hail Britannica, I walk back into my room, and pray for it to be given by God; I dream it, and say, "Let me be prophesying him, and be like Jacob!"
While writing the epic, I hear "It is a miracle!" As my dad walks through the door and tells me a joke. At the critical moment, I have written it.
I read Habakkuk with Isaiah and Matthew And when about to leave, I greet a man. His eyes grow wide, so I then see him stumble out the bookstore's door.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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