Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom
Nor the mighty in their might
Nor the rich in their riches
They can take flight
Will who is wise understand this
Whom from the mouth was spoken
Who will declare it
The bells are but a token
Why does the land perish
And non pass through
Left like a wilderness
No-one with a clue
Call for the wailing women
Let them make haste
Eyelids gush with water
Our lands in disgrace
To know him is to love him
His glory above all
Call to him, render our hearts
Save us from the fall.
Some say: where is this One
You speak so much about
Has he gone on holiday
Why does he make us doubt
This is a message to all the tortured souls
Seek him while he can be found
Before the windows close.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 25th, 2023 02:39
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Comments5
For the day is coming when gross darkness shall cover the earth ...
Who has said to Jacob seek me has not said it in vain
You get it.
Amen
My brain cells - all 3 of them - go on holiday sometimes! heehee. Me being daft, not meant to offend any with mental health problems. I only ever had 3 brain cells, I reckon. lol.
That may not be a handicap!
you pose a question I'm sure many would like an answer to ..
Ask and it shall be given you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened to you;
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