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15 years ago
What do you see when you look up into the sky?
You know what I see? The dead, looking down on us, crying. When they died they were greeted by God himself. His knowledge became theirs, and they saw the truth. They saw what is to come, what is just around the corner, the end of all of this muck, all of this sin. The world is going to bleed out, and once its run dry, it will crack & flake into dust, lost forever. This is why they cry, because God told them the truth, that we are all lost.
I ask you now, what is it you see, standing there in-front of thee. A man, A woman, a child without any hope, or a computer screen with a mans ramblings about all of those? Do you see all of the foul things that I see? Sinners rejoice, as a father cry, a daughters life was changed that night. A mother weeps as a cold shadow comforts, its words of honor hold little valor. A man laughs in the dark, blood on his hands, even if there is none in his heart. A sinful world we do live in, where in rape, war, and murder are abundant. If I go outside, and look up, I see them crying for us. Even though our world if flawed, life is precious, short, and given by God.
When I find myself lost, in my thoughts, or in my lust. I hope for only one thing, that I can live till tomorrow, so that I can see things. Things that are not covered in the hail storm of tears, things covered in life giving light, or things lost in the shadow of a cold frightful night. Things worth seeing, even if they hurt, things worth fearing even if their not. Reactions emotions, our day to day lives, short and fleeting, but oh so alive. I shall cry, every day, even if liquid is not shed a tear I will bleed. From my eyes or from my mind I will never forget, the people of this earth deserve every second of life.
Even when we hate, for no apparent reason. Even as we ponder ever cleverer ways to end things. I hope that we shall not break the final barrier, I hope that for once we prove the dead wrong. That God told them one little lie, so that we as his children might look up and scurry. That we might work to change our ways, fix the Earth, and find peace.
May God, or any deity you chose, guide you to the path that you chose. Chose one with fun & joy, and things that you enjoy, but remember the greater play of things. This is one life to be spent, on whatever you chose, and others have just as much right as do you. Whilst you run & play, remember that the Earth, and its creatures have as much right to exist as do you.
---The things that run through my head as I transverse this Earth.
You know what I see? The dead, looking down on us, crying. When they died they were greeted by God himself. His knowledge became theirs, and they saw the truth. They saw what is to come, what is just around the corner, the end of all of this muck, all of this sin. The world is going to bleed out, and once its run dry, it will crack & flake into dust, lost forever. This is why they cry, because God told them the truth, that we are all lost.
I ask you now, what is it you see, standing there in-front of thee. A man, A woman, a child without any hope, or a computer screen with a mans ramblings about all of those? Do you see all of the foul things that I see? Sinners rejoice, as a father cry, a daughters life was changed that night. A mother weeps as a cold shadow comforts, its words of honor hold little valor. A man laughs in the dark, blood on his hands, even if there is none in his heart. A sinful world we do live in, where in rape, war, and murder are abundant. If I go outside, and look up, I see them crying for us. Even though our world if flawed, life is precious, short, and given by God.
When I find myself lost, in my thoughts, or in my lust. I hope for only one thing, that I can live till tomorrow, so that I can see things. Things that are not covered in the hail storm of tears, things covered in life giving light, or things lost in the shadow of a cold frightful night. Things worth seeing, even if they hurt, things worth fearing even if their not. Reactions emotions, our day to day lives, short and fleeting, but oh so alive. I shall cry, every day, even if liquid is not shed a tear I will bleed. From my eyes or from my mind I will never forget, the people of this earth deserve every second of life.
Even when we hate, for no apparent reason. Even as we ponder ever cleverer ways to end things. I hope that we shall not break the final barrier, I hope that for once we prove the dead wrong. That God told them one little lie, so that we as his children might look up and scurry. That we might work to change our ways, fix the Earth, and find peace.
May God, or any deity you chose, guide you to the path that you chose. Chose one with fun & joy, and things that you enjoy, but remember the greater play of things. This is one life to be spent, on whatever you chose, and others have just as much right as do you. Whilst you run & play, remember that the Earth, and its creatures have as much right to exist as do you.
---The things that run through my head as I transverse this Earth.
Even here on FA, where we sinners know that what we view willingly is not usually in the favor of the Lord, it is good to know that there exist those who believe in the almighty Father: Creator of Heaven and Earth.
I, like you, have seen at least one account on FA where there are those who denounce the Lord; I, like you, have willingly viewed and/or favorited works that don't exactly announce religious views.
However far we have strayed from the path, we all turn to God in time. We cut off the sound that draws us away from his call and turn to face him, asking for forgiveness. He forgives those who return to him, from the humblest to the proudest.
We try to maintain a constant vigil, yet we eventually stumble. I, like you and many others here and everywhere, have not always listened. Yet, we all return to his voice.
May God give you his blessings as you go through life. Happy Easter.