One Minute At a Time
Is all we have, just hours or years, a lie we believe.
We have no clarity as to what God will do.
So grab this minute given to you by God, you don't
need to be ruled by the terrorism of the mob.
The mob will shirk you, humiliate you, so do look for
the leading star in a crowd.
Like sheep they huddle in common mediocrity, adoring
each other,so slovenly.
Their eyes never raised to adore, just to gain points, they
do keep score!
Patting their own backs constantly, with no credit ever,
not for one second to God.
Indeed, in the arts and literature, many are eternally lost.
Refusing to realize, that the eternal loss of their souls is
their ultimate cost.
August 5, 2019
9:30pm PST
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