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Array ( [sid] => 68548 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Purpose [time] => 2004-10-23 11:35:21 [hometext] => I think about this often...I wonder if anyone else does. Hope you enjoy. [bodytext] => Standing underneath the stary sky, I think and wonder in amazement.
As I look up into the magnificent heavens and see its great mass I feel small.
Uncomprehendable how tiny I am to this universe.
The world that I stand on seems huge, but even it is small compared to all the galaxies.
A touch of curiosity and a kiss of hope fills my heart.
Each delicate thing on the earth has a beautiful purpose.
The flowers and trees themselves are made up of complicated small details that make them what they are.
How is it that each detail of our physical selves and mental thoughts come about?
We are all so different, not one of us are alike.
As I look up again to the glowing stars in the mist of blackness I think.
I am so small, I am so easily looked over, yet I want to make a difference in our world.
Each person has to have a goal in life..why else would we be here?
How can one say we just appeared from nothing?
Do we not have a purpose..like the trees, plants, and skies?
How are we all built up for no reason at all?
We each have a purpose, and those that say they do not are failing the world around them.
Why else would they be put here to not do anything.
Those that want to take their life shouldn't because they are put together piece by piece so carefully for a huge purpose.
God himself has knit us all together the way he wants us to be.
If we all had that in mind wouldn't this world be a better place?
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A Purpose

Contributed by sweetheart on Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 11:35:21 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



Standing underneath the stary sky, I think and wonder in amazement.
As I look up into the magnificent heavens and see its great mass I feel small.
Uncomprehendable how tiny I am to this universe.
The world that I stand on seems huge, but even it is small compared to all the galaxies.
A touch of curiosity and a kiss of hope fills my heart.
Each delicate thing on the earth has a beautiful purpose.
The flowers and trees themselves are made up of complicated small details that make them what they are.
How is it that each detail of our physical selves and mental thoughts come about?
We are all so different, not one of us are alike.
As I look up again to the glowing stars in the mist of blackness I think.
I am so small, I am so easily looked over, yet I want to make a difference in our world.
Each person has to have a goal in life..why else would we be here?
How can one say we just appeared from nothing?
Do we not have a purpose..like the trees, plants, and skies?
How are we all built up for no reason at all?
We each have a purpose, and those that say they do not are failing the world around them.
Why else would they be put here to not do anything.
Those that want to take their life shouldn't because they are put together piece by piece so carefully for a huge purpose.
God himself has knit us all together the way he wants us to be.
If we all had that in mind wouldn't this world be a better place?




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Re: A Purpose (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 05:06:39 PM AEST
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beautiful expression of feelings and ponderence of the ultimate questions..... hugs n' love nessa

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Re: A Purpose (User Rating: 1 )
by mrrobert on Tuesday, 26th October 2004 @ 04:32:07 PM AEST
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great job!!




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