The Will Of The Lord

The Will Of The Lord

The seasons of life continuously flow;
ushering in, constant changes;
allowing life’s players to come and go;
as the background rearranges.

Everyone strives to make his or her mark;
hoping their descendents will remember;
each, on their personal journey, embark;
as January glides into

The Father Of Lies

The Father Of Lies

What is the root of all life’s lies;
who gave deception its birth?
Why must truth hide in disguise;
when, truth has infinite worth?

Lies were born in the garden of birth;
all of them came from pride;
the prodigals were exiled to earth;
rebellion

Searching For Eve

Searching For Eve

Most of us live, in search of success;
but, exactly, what do we mean;
we struggle through trials and duress;
in quest of the impossible dream.

But, what is the dream, that we conceive;
who is it; we want to impress;
what is the truth; we’ve

Thinking Is Believing

Thinking Is Believing

Belief doesn’t begin as a wave or a wind;
it’s a thought; we’re able to conceive;
determination causes such thoughts, within;
truth gives us the power to believe.

Thought is truth; the only reality;
conscious is what we stay;
most of us succumb to

Shadows Of God

Shadows Of God

Some of us usually shun the spotlight;
not even wanting to be seen;
willingly we vanish into the night;
our life’s become a bad dream.

Our thoughts of past come and go;
most seem unwilling to stay;
a day, as a child; playing in snow;
it’

The Opposite Of Love

The Opposite Of Love

Many tend to view love and hate;
on opposite ends of a scale;
to such an opinion; I cannot relate;
love often hides neath a veil.

Hate is actually love’s frustration;
jealosy at its peak;
sometimes rising from aggrevation;
such pride isn’t unique.

Hate

Eclectic Faith

Eclectic Faith

Every religion has all the truth;
and wants to show us the way;
each has their own form of proof;
and, to their own god, they pray.

Everyone becomes a know-it-all;
experts on how to behave;
pride causes everyone one to fall;
to something; each is a slave.

The First Stone

The First Stone

It seems that we always want to be first;
in almost everything we do;
perhaps we’re born with a competitive thirst;
and expect to always come through.

We pride ourselves in our decisions;
we prefer to be the first to decide;
decisions made; require no revisions;

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