Art
When lines,circles,squares and signs
dare me to visualise them.
I strangle the lines,make up the circle,
slip in a square and turn in a sigh.
And that is art.
Your Story
In time, you come to realize
From birth your life begins
With death you are ended
What you want is to own the limits
What you seek and own, is your destiny
Eventually you would be down
to dust ... on the surface of things
and be blown away by any wind!
Oh God
God justifies, forgives, and saves.
Rendering rectitude, by forgiving sin.
Wherein, He is just, by acknowledging, sin.
A sinner is acquitted, and counted upright.
We, attain His forgiveness, contained by faith.
Justification, deep-rooted in faith.
As God's infinite mercy, is indisputably granted.
A prayer unto Him concealed with a panacea.
Solely, a prayer to keep us from shutting down.
If we, were to pursue contrary path.
How, then can we hope to be rescued?
Yet, had I not been a sinner and had I not been lost.
His glory, would I have known? Blessed I am.
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