A friend whispers, he COMES as a Thief, not a robber of the Night. Let US sit by the still waters UNder the shade of Psalm trees, our broken fingers outstretched, Psalm 11 - stirring the waters - two broke fingers beCOME one writing The Mystery of Truth, Torah Living and Breathing iN one KNEW MAN’s Heart & Mind as yet another Mustard Seed scene as two Hulls, Transport Carter’s Of The Divine Presence now flying on two wings with YeHoShUa’s Heart washed seven times in a His Blood.