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'owed' To 'God'
We suck. Honestly, for if tHere be Creator, we’ve made them out to be ‘haters’, baiters, facilitators of pain and punishment in judgment of our ‘sins’. If I were ‘Them’, I’d bitch slap us. What if… We really are created in the image of…then what? No wonder we struggle with guilt and sin because if we ARE in the image of Creator … can you imagine? Here’s the deal… there is Know Such a Thing Creator wouldn’t punish in judgment of anything Destroy such precious generations of life and that’s right… we’ve been ‘here’ a very Long Time for reason through countless seasons breathing surviving existing over Time. We grew. Learned yearned, cared to dare and Became. Aware, We invented debated, moved over lands and Pro.Created. Grew schools, organized rules in towns growing over grounds into cities of abundant sounds. Do we know exactly how ‘delicate’ we ARE in this Universe? How almost impossibly improbable our existence even is? You being here, now at this moment in this space of real time current reading this silly little rhyme is THE definition of Time. We Owe it to God, because the truth is? We’re pretty hard on ourSelves. All things considered.
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