We Face Each Day Unchained
We must face every morning wondering with such a heavy
chain, for the things we come to know. Yet people go out
of their way to pay Billions for nothing given and nothing
to show. We place our own dependence on many physical
and earthly things….
Yet we pray to God in heaven, when things go bad and
want to be under His might and protective wings. We
keep warring and taking each other lives. It makes me
wonder, how many messages were sent, to grieving
widowed mothers and worried struck wives..?
There is always a time to smile, there is a time to help,
there is always that time to remember and go walk that
extra mile. There is a time to live, and then there is a time
of death…
So just remember that when you take your next breath.
There is a time for us to worship, and there is a time for
that bloody whip. The one I hold so tightly, that I hold in
my own strangled grip…
I don’t see the world now, as I did as a child. But there
are things that I have remembered; as some stay normal,
while others come to surface and become so very wild.
There is a time to be happy, and a time to cry…
How did time begin, but from a whisper from the sky. Too
many questions there are for me, where do you want to
spend your eternity? So the life we lead is the place we
start, We first must come to realize God from our heart.
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