The words of God are like flower petals, gently floating down from the heavens. Like an abundant rain of flower petals in a hundred glowing, beautiful shades, falling down into pools of clear water, into free-flowing fountains.
The words of God are a garden enclosed, with marble walls and marble pillars, a garden of perfect peace, green grass, neatly kept, and flowers overflowing from stone urns.
Let no man’s words bar the door between me and my garden.
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