"When God speaks, let the Earth behold her King. Let the reflection of his image give him praises, when he speaks. Is he not the King who spoke in existence the hollow of the wind, the light of the sun, and glow of the moon and stars? Is this the King who saw it not to destroy his perfect kingdom, over one blemish, but sacrificed his son, that we may live? Nurture the Earth continually, that may enjoy the fruits, comfort us as a friend and not a enemy? When God speaks, let the Earth behold her King. Let the Earth show honor and praises to her one and only lover, who sought it fit, to love and adore her, and not convict or condemn her for her indescretions but take her back, and show her how truely loved she is. Let the stewards sing praises as the angels, the animals bow down to their maker, cause when God speaks, it's for all the inhabitants to hear, not to ignore, but to take on the same mind as him, and go in the same ways as him, look on the inward parts, and not on the outer parts. Give praises to the only man who cares so deeply to give his life, not cause it's cool, but because he loves so much. So, when God speaks, listen."
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