Glory

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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.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2023 02:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Sakwa Franc

    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

    • 2781

      You get it.

      • Sakwa Franc

        Amen

      • orchidee

        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.

      • 2781

        That may not be a handicap!

      • Neville


        you pose a question I'm sure many would like an answer to ..

      • 2781

        Ask and it shall be given you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened to you;



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