As I listened and had a read
Picked up something about their seeds seed.
Got me thinking, (my favourite thing to do)
About the gift of staying true.
If one generation rejects the call
The next doesn't necessarily fall.
What if two in a row are taken out?
The numbers are thinning
If you know what I am talking about.
One generation
Can save the day
Only a remant
I heard him say
From the ashes
Sprouting seed
Where righteousness rises
And he succeeds.
The role we play is pivotal to all
For without His Spirit
The whole world would fall.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2023 09:27
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Comments2
Excellent.
A fine write 2.
Can I call you 7, 8, or 1 sometimes?
It takes up too much ink to call you 2781 every time. lol.
If 7 8 1 maybe 2 will do,
Thank you.
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