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[aid] => mick
[title] => Follower
[time] => 2005-01-22 13:41:40
[hometext] => I wrote this when I began to be frustrated with God and free will, because to me, I think God knows everything we plan to do. Fate is real, but you should learn to live with it, and know that its ok, because how can He be wrong?
[bodytext] => Should I pick the former or latter? I have no choice in the matter. The illusion that we see each day. The illusion that we choose each word we say. I laid my plans on the table, Seeing you more than able To take my plans, And bless them with your love. But my plans were rejected. I was not redirected, And the love I planned for me, Was a love that I would never see. So tell me how do I learn to live When everything that I want to give Was chosen long before my time And loving moments so sublime Are not my own, And feelings shown Delicately shaping my very life Would come to fruition as binding strife? I’m on a path I cannot see. That someone else laid out for me. Every step I take, I try to make my own. But every move I make I think should be unknown, Was locked in place By Your saving grace. I’ve lived long enough to know That every simplicity You can show Is there for a reason I cannot see. If it had no reason it would not be. I’ll live my life as best I can But fate is an enemy that I can’t stand. I’ll learn to live under the veil of You, And set out to accomplish what You want me to do. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 11 [informant] => fielding88 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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