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Poems by Paintings |
Arc de Triomphe |
There are those... who wander in deep darkness guided by worries and annoyances wandering about in the wood living like a wolf or fox could By way of slyness they're trying to become everyone's master and king with guile and lies they let the others make a mistake their motto is: you only get what you take the stolen food is scarily kept hiding in their safely locked houses they try to stay out of fighting terrified to loose they're fighting for a perfect living not knowing that their world can't be saved by taking, only by sharing As many a man I didn't feel quit at home here I was longing to escape the hate and the fear that is so terribly present on our earth if this life is all, well what's it worth? Then in a dream I saw some kind of face that spoke of a bright shining light of grace an overwhelming friendly shining light - that surrounded me like a warm blanket in a could night while I felt like I was floating - I got showed the point of living it's a lesson in learning to let loose you're life at best and inherit a fine Day of rest when you have given up every idle thing - you sure get a supremely swinging living you already know - which way to go have faith and don't be afraid - trust God, it's never too late even though men might mock at you - at your journey through life He's willing to take care of you never losing grip going home you certainly have a save trip |