How do I pull God from the pit of my soul and lay Him bare for the world to see? With what machines would I drag His boundless edges for the unloved to feel? By what logic, would I present His presence to the lonely? How do I describe to the sick, the power boiling the marrow in my bones?

How do I say to the depressed, cast your cares? To the addicted, ask?

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