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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thank God The sun is shining, somewhere maybe i'd not be whining, were i only there though here, rains wash over me, and i am chilled thanks to Jesus, i live forever, here or there, live, or killed(hey, it rhymed!) so am i cold and weary, taxed and bled i only need to stop, and look ahead in the direction of societies eventual correction for a God, hard at work, in the Servants section moving through, prompting, helping the good we do my thanks to the Holy Trinity, and to you seeing goodness revealed within the lives we lead i am made aware that the world "has", and yet's in need so i can look forward with eager awating into the future with calm, anticipating a moment, maybe today, or tomorrow with no more feet of clay, or sorrow when the goodness of God in man will not be just a sign, or temporary plan but merely a step, from okay for now, to a God"like",eternally when we, who know Christ, will see what we, alone, can never achieve be "of", or "in", or even so much as believe...in... .....True Love....... we have no Love, such as "His", with which to compare to be with God, in a real sense, to feel Him there even in the vaguest way,to know that we are not alone almost trips my circuit breaker, that my Maker would condone to pay attention to me, a gnat, a mote in the grand symphony of life, barely a note still, 'tis i that Jesus loves, and you and Him that i love, to feel, and to do of His pleasure, as well as i can which is downright embarrassing, being only a man such love, that He would notice, or care for me at all even listen, nevermind answer, when i call such is True Love as if we would indulge, or listen to a flea to pamper, and coddle, and answer their every plea all of them to love them really, we give ourselves far and away to much credit, most of the time, we really do if you really knew God, you'd know what i'm talking about...
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