Mighty poetry '
I look around and observe.' How poetry exists in the world.' In the world made
By His Word..Yet do we really acertain?
Do we personally pertain? Self seek self
Search? Whatever comes.' To reach far in
This existence..To take no heed of time or
Distance.' Or do we delegate. Any chance
To interject in the whirling dance.' Of atoms
Hope, joy and pain.' Do we blanche and turn away again.? And leave it to someone
In royal or lavish robes, to decrepit to pare
The nails from their toes.' What do we know of their human heart.? Compared to our own.' Is that not where to start.? Because its where we all will end.' As before Yeshua
All will bend, to fall or stand.? As satan will
Deep into his home, alone built by his stubborn and reprobate will.' So taste of life, you'll find only one, true one; from birth to re-birth
In Gods Holy; True Loving Son.)
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