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I hurried along the grassy hills, moving as fast as the Lord would deem my body to move, calling on the Spirit to fill me, to reveal the plans of my God, to give me the strength to ever utter the sounds of the story of Christ Jesus. I had to hurry, to proclaim the rightful king, not to brag about my own inheritance, for I was the inheritance, a prize unto my Lord, fully sanctified more each day, until the time of His coming. The race was fast under my feet, and I would not stop until the day had been won.