I open my eyes; chancing to glance what eternal means to this life
For every purpose must due its time...Surely something must exist beyond this line
Seeking the illness of joy
Happiness is the pleasure of life mis-thought in roots of desires; self to selfishness
Questing self completeness bears nothing but lies...
We feed and we fatten; a child is born; death never says hi.
Am I wrong to wonder? Existence has more to inspire than a predetermined breath span
Blistered by questions; my mental feet tire
Is God more real than Alice who never had a wand? I wonder!
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Patience has its toll eating it's way to the core
If time had a price, waiting would have nothing to show
Maybe none has no hook to hold and life weathers into oblivion
A scoop for thought but a thought with another face
Nevertheless, blind hope I hope...
Cause faith surely has no eyes
Light I hope to see.
A puzzle, in need I puzzle
My ears itch of his name as I constantly look at my palms
"Is this the missing piece?"
This Jesus took the nails; hanging his life on a piece of plank for a man 2000 years yet to be born!
It burns! A desire seeking to be quenched by the Son, what irony.
Water spilt robs a man his riches; what do I have to lose for Christ I never had?
>>Nebert D-ray Chipasha<<
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