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through the spiritual eyeThrough The Spiritual EyeChrist, The Messiah, O how i love thy namethy brotherhood influences me to do asthou wouldst do; even, my Lord, the samethy teachings are astounding; miracles truebut, for myself, personally, there is moremy elder Brother, could it be that i must be asyou?mission ... yes, what was thy mission to perform?was it more than what i am able to see?for, in the garden, you felt the beatings of thestorm, as the blood flowed out from every poreof thee ...thou didst withstand all ridicule and pain offleshfor it was the spirit of promise in thy heartthat gave thee reason for thy heart's caress ...