Endless thoughts provide insight , and can even elude the weary soul. The things that should not be, are never done without a reason. And, though they may not seem to be; even ripened fruit is known by its season.And a bruised reed shall Wę not bend; but, forever mend and salvage.
Every reason of something has a purpose that shall not be understood. Even if one claim to understand.
Words to ponder: imminent succession of thoughts, nouns and verbs. Derived from the very root, of saltied water suburbs.
Like the ink that drips from the end of a pen: A liqiud language of sanctified light, inherently black as the universe.
Negativity reigns supreme in the hearts of many children. Albeit innocent from their youth: Conforming to immersive threats,
outfoxing the most ancient of dragons.
Clever in ways of technology; yet, ignorant in ways so common to man.
But, you are the chosen, amidst many who have fallen. Have ye not heard of what has been said? Have ye not seen,
what is done my dear friend? Even the divided, walk as being yet whole in the light of day.
To what end role they with theatrical play?
Casually tossing the bones of their victims as prey. As if nothing matters of the tallied death they adorn. Doing so openly in the name of the Lord.
Show me your glory;
yea, and I will harness the heat of the rays of the sun:
Show me your power,
and I will see your strength;
able to make you weaker, than the light of the moon.
Silently warring with the clefts of the mountainous terrain of the mind. Formattible cognative fragments of angry sentiments entwined. With sounds made so clear and bright: Dancing on the graves they come from.
Round and round, the process flows,
by order and decree. As the light goes away and shines once more,
it wills itself to be.
'Let not your errors drag you down to the dust unsown,
nor your wickedness prevail over you. Ålas,
as weeds so overgrown, bind the ones with the lies
that cover them. So far have we come , that we shall not walk back: Only to stumble upon the beginning thats past.
But with this truth, 'no sorrow acompanies the start.
Only to improve your glory in heart.'
Because,with every season that revolves and repeats itself,
there is a general set time and place:
And a time for every purpose thats
under the sųn.
Even in the onslaught of relentless, aggressive opposition; the prominence of love, forcefully carries on and on.
Will you şee mę through the weary night, full of gloomy faces.?
Through the tree of twisted roots, towering wickedly above the brightlit moon.¿Casting its heavy shadow upon a people so true and few; of whom only see the hope of tomorrow.?
Turn you at my reproof!
I will pour out My Spirit unto you, and make known
My Wørd from Åbove.
~--Įnto the yawning abyss, your heart would not intend to come: The echoes of past memories teach us to appreciate the moments that come. ~Beyond the images of your worry and fear,
begin another day in knowing,
'revering My Spirit is love'.
In clarity of knowledge is Wisdom;
In knowledge of Wisdom Įs understanding with løvę.
Everything embodies a reason, as our light Įş Eternally strong.
Full of hope , faith and patience,
coupled indeed with a steady hand.
We anticipate what shall come hereafter: Never ashamed of the Oath spoke of.
Now 'this' Į§ the token, We solemnly set before you.
A Ļîvęly Spirit of the Word of Truth.
~:Ēvęn ĒMęrging,
through confusion of words, that wander so aimlessly through the air. I delight in the hidden ways of the Unknown: For Our future tis of Thee. Şø choose a tree that shall not rot.
A choice tree, tall and strong.
It shall grow fast and shadow thee from
the dark and furious storm.
Fear not! dearest one of many. The sun shineth strong for you.
Be not so long dismayed, but come forward with all intention, lo the path will unfold for you. There are none beside thee, nor any as perfect as thee, there is no exception to the rule.
Yet without initial prayer, intercession hath no fuel.
Speak with me again, in the night of the darkest moon.
~Bęlieve no fable, tale or myth
from the modern mouth of woman or man. Neither submit thy will, or fall unto, their arrogant wretched hand.
Have ye no place in this distant battlefront?
Open ye not, the tired eyes?
There is a book now many take for granted.
Neither choose they with innocent eyes to see the things inside.
Neither consider they the lies, that heavily distort the childs mind. But, before there is knowledge of a truth, they create and form an opinion.
There is a §pirit of deep sleep upon them:
There is a Ļįvįng §pirit they cannot hear; '
that it might be for a time to come, and, forever there evermore'. Howbeit,
the choice is of their own accord. They are fairly given the means to consider all things, in heaven and in earth:
Many doubt the importance of whąt ręaşøn they exist; many doubt the importance of their own self worth. `~:Ē=Mc²-~
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