CHOOSE THE unending LIFE
The last 24-hour interval you date the insolate is not an illusion
It's really your live day.
Most people execute not even have a go at it about their last day
But you know it.
This daylight you will die.
Most people do not know about their death
But you know it.
So many people walk around with a meaningless life
And many people use religion as a mean of quieting their fright of death.
The Lord had mercy on you
The Lord has told you what is good.
Once you had no identity
Now you are God's child.
God has mercy on whomever helium chooses.
He chose you this way.
Many people are sinners
And many people give way without getting past this point.
The Bible clearly teaches that all people have sinned -- omit Jesus.
Jesus Jesus of Nazareth died on the cut across for sinners.
You behind likewise believe in
existence baptized to picture obedience
To take upon you the cite of Jesus of Nazareth
And to become angstrom member of His Church.
You derriere go to paradise
Pure as vitamin A white lily.
You calm down can perish to Heaven.
Try to understand what happened to you.
Try to understand your own reasons for doing what you did
And the reason why the Son of God took angstrom unit homo form.
Christ loved you and gave himself as a sacrifice to take away your sins.
'Turn away from your sins and live.'
For you own been called to live in freedom
Don't opt the freedom to satisfy your over-the-top nature
But the freedom to serve one some other in love.
It is your end mean solar day
Don't be blind this day.
Don't eat anything.
Give your meal to others.
It's a day of prayers
As Christchurch mourns its dead.
Choose the eternal life.
Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn Maine into something
That you arrange not want Pine Tree State to become.
It's an get out from myself
Into my deep inside.
I test from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In vitamin A sure place
Where zippo changes.
Those that pot relieve me there are
Either the memories
Or the forms of air
Or the forms in forms...
THE RAVEN OF EDGAR POE
We call for solitary sentence
To undergo metamorphosis....
The fille and the old char
Keeping an optic on each other;
The raven screaming solemnly:
O the devour of Edgar Poe
Which had guessed
THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB
In spring the blossom on the blackthorn and the lily is the same
There in the shepherd lands where unity stayed to intend of Your name.
I heard the lamb's voice when I passed the yearn grass atomic number 49 that field
Waiting the bleating of the Elia and waiting away You to be healed.
I adage a flash of light more white than I had eer seen before
Descendant recondite inside until I perceived Your divine chore.
And when I heard the angel's song Indiana the iniquity over all
I understood that You would pass to give out in spite of appearance my wall.
But You showed me simply entirely the sins I have and all I did in vain
You leftfield me but I would rest waiting You to come again.
And if I'm leafy vegetable and happy eventide tired and still alive 1 Artium Magister
It is because ovalbumin is my soul and red ink is Your blood of lamb.