The reason for our existence will come as no surprise,
When we give up our resistance,
And the scales fall from our eyes.
Knowing His power:
Makes it kind of fun;
Obliterated enemies;
All the works been done.
Conscious now we raise Him,
Pleasure we become.
Firstfruits of His glory-
Acceptance of His Son.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2023 08:08
- Category: Unclassified
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