(Jesus said to his Apostles)
"Marvel not that I said unto thee... 'Ye' MUST be born AGAIN.(reincarnated)
Being Born AGAIN(reincarnated)... not of corruptible seed... but incorruptible.
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Then He said... "To what shall we 'liken' the Kingdom of God?
Or with what 'Parable' shall we 'Picture' it?
Sing unto 'Him' a new song;
Play Skillfully... with a Loud Noise.
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And 'AGAIN' when... 'He' bringeth in the 'Firstbegotten' into the World.
He saith, "And let all the Angels of God worship...'Him'.
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, not the Angels of Heaven,
but... my Father only.
He set singers before the altar...that by
their Voices they might make sweet melody.
And daily sing praises in their songs.
Psalm33:3 (King David)
Sing unto 'Him'a 'New Song'.
Play 'SKILLFULLY'..... with a 'LOUD NOISE'.
Who hath seen 'Him'... that he might tell us?
And who can magnify 'Him'... as He is?
"Revisionism Street"by Bob Seger(It's a Mystery album)
"I saw them standing on a corner... bathed in ordinary light.
They turn away and started walkin'... and faded off into the night.
Some years ago they were in fashion.
Tonight they couldn't get a seat.
They've got themselves a brand new history...from Revisionism Street.
Written on Revisionism Street.
The years of sacrifice and struggle.
The arc of stardoms natural course.
The inevitable decline... the wolves waiting at the door.
Let's dig up something really nasty.
Let's get some clay around their feet.
No ones memory is sacred 'round here....on Revisionism Street.
We'll never be in the arena.
Hey... we'll never have to compete.
We'll never write the classic novel... and we'll never have to be discreet.
Alfred Hitchcock... Isaac Newton.
Elvis Presley... Captain Bligh.
They're heroic or pathetic... depending on which book you buy.
Charles Dickens... Jackie Gleason.
Burn 'em all... turn up the heat.
If there's no truth... use innuendo... this is Revisionism Street.
Let's find ourselves some old acquaintance.
Let's see what they have to say.
Some disgruntled ex-employee.... Presto! Payday!
A tree falls in the forest... a million copies go to print.
Some parasitic little feeder... sits back and makes a mint.
Somewhere a baby's softly sleeping... it's innocence complete.
Unaware they're workin' late tonight... on Revisionism Street."