The emnity of soul
The inexorable trip
To mankind we whole
From an unquietous slip
To know God does see
As I earnestly travail
I learnt I am free
With Gods wind in my sail
The emnity of soul
The inexorable trip
To mankind we whole
From an unquietous slip
To know God does see
As I earnestly travail
I learnt I am free
With Gods wind in my sail
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Interesting view that you are free but still carrying that baggage of God in your sails. Bet you move faster without the extra weight.
Can we not be free & at one with this wonderful world without false deities?
No offence, just my opinion,
Unsub.
I'm saying God blows into my sails, I don't carry God as a burden but I rely on him each day.
Unsub of course you can have and say your opinion, other places on the internet it might be forbidden and taboo.
Good write Gavin.
On a daft note: 'It's this inquietousness that's the trouble, ya know!' I only said that, cos I likes long words! heehee.
Lol I wish I knew many more obscure words.
I had to stagger back in amazement. I've heard of unquiet, but not inquiet. lol
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