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End Of The Road

What happens as I reach, the end of my road;
will I simply, drop off the end of the earth?
I was destined to carry a special load;
ordained, long before birth.

This life was never meant to be a vacation;
nor, is it designed to seem equal or fair;

Innocence

Innocence is the sign of perfection;
no guilt is attached to a name;
always requiring a Higher protection;
the innocent are never to blame.

The innocence of many is oft disrupted;
evil temptations come their way;
those who were innocent; now corrupted;
and innocence has all gone away.

Evil, gives

Dirty Words

What is it that makes a word dirty;
is it its shape or it’s sound?
Some words become overly flirty;
but they’re not welcome around.

Words, born with no meaning in stone;
defining what their author may think.
only significant to their author alone;
to others; those same

The Life Of A Child

All of us have lived, the life of a child;
devoid of wisdom or knowledge;
sometimes becoming a little bit wild;
even while attending college.

Though God gave all, what it takes;
we each walked a crooked path;
all, making our share of mistakes;
incurring the Master’s wrath.

Now,

Can You ?

Many wonder what God can forgive;
surely He has His limit.
He mustn’t allow evil to live;
for there is no love, within it.

Do rapists and molesters exceed his limit;
how could He possibly forgive?
Evil snuffs out lives; before they begin it:
will He allow killer doctors

A Tree Of Knowledge

Knowledge has its roots above;
in the garden of information;
where wisdom morphed to love;
in the home of all creation.

Knowledge is the Tree of Life;
a place where Thought is King;
Wisdom became Love’s wife;
creation’s King and Queen.

Knowledge created a flow of life;
from

Truth Is Thought

We think truth is reality, external;
a world existing outside us;
but, truth is actually reality, internal;
a world existing within us.

We think truth is seen and heard;
that our senses control the mind;
but such ideas are simply absurd;
all senses by thought are defined.

Only light is

Dimensional Door

Birth is but a dimensional door;
allowing that we enter within;
we’re drawn thru it; to explore;
and permit new life to begin.

We were living energy, before;
we didn’t come in as new life;
we’ve survived many an encore;
embracing adventures and strife.

The same door;

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