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[title] => CONTEMPLATING WHAT WILL BE
[time] => 2004-11-28 20:07:54
[hometext] => An observation on my part on why life is not a waste of time.
[bodytext] => I lay awake and contemplate My life and all its flaws. The shining light that burns so bright Reminds me of the laws. Inside my mind, I am quite blind To everything that is. I wrap around, lie on the ground And mimic all that lives. I’m left alone, I must atone For sins that I’ve committed. My soul is lost, but that the cost, The price that I’ve remitted. I cannot say what price I’ll pay Before my life has ended. With my ending, there’s no mending ‘Tis death I’ve befriended. Within the strife that is my life There swirls a dark design. The thoughts remain within my brain And steal all that is mine. But wait, the Light, so pure and white For me does intercede, To ease my woes, from words and blows. To rescue me from need. All that I am, breaks down the dam, I rush on towards the sea. As freedom rings, my soul, it sings With joy that I am me. Released at last, all gone is past, I face eternity.. Safe in His hand, I know I am All I was meant to be. I stand in awe, before the Law That made the universe. I realize, viewed through His eyes I’ve made my life much worse. I could not see past what was me, And see the greater plan. The things we’ve tossed, carelessly lost, Too scared to trust His hand. So now I wait, beside the gate The judgment I am due. I stand before one who gave more Than I could ever do. I rest now, sure my life is pure I walk the fields of heav’n I revel in my lack of sin And praise all I’ve been given. For now I know my life below Was worth the pain and tears. My searching for perfection’s door, My flight from endless fears. My journey’s end, brings unknown friends They come to welcome me. We’ll spend our days in endless praise To God, eternally. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Rous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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