“21: O MOVING FORM OF DUST! I desire communion with thee, but thou wouldst…”
O MOVING FORM OF DUST! I desire communion with thee, but thou wouldst
put no trust in Me. The sword of thy rebellion
hath felled the tree of thy hope. At all times I am
near unto thee, but thou art ever far from Me.
Imperishable glory I have chosen for thee, yet
boundless shame thou hast chosen for thyself.
While there is yet time, return, and lose not thy
chance.