He spat out the words

can we relate to him
feeling lost, abandoned
questioning God
his goodness, his provision
He spat out the words
frozen in the silence
themselves a presence
as real as flesh and blood


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Edited November 15, 2012
“his words themselves a presence”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/his-words-themselves-presence.html
Edited November 15, 2012
“frozen in the silence”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/frozen-in-silence.html
Edited November 15, 2012
“as real as flesh and blood”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/as-real-as-flesh-and-blood.html
Edited November 15, 2012
“His pain real”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/his-pain-real.html
Edited November 15, 2012
“He spit out the curse”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/he-spit-out-curse.html
Edited November 15, 2012
“He spat out the words – v2”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/he-spat-out-words-v2.html
November 14, 2012
“He spat out the words”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/he-spat-out-words.html
page 80-81, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
The Shack, by William P. Young
http://www.theshackbook.com/


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