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Time's a Manifestation of God's Will
Contributed by
ssj4jonathan
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Monday, 13th February 2006 @ 10:07:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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The mourning-dove's luminescent wings open hastily
In a nearby Forbidden Garden with an opulent air of tranquility
It takes flight with much delight, till twilight shall it return
To the hands of the Giver with no utter concern to yearn.
And in the image of God, man was made with an affinity
To learn how life is earned, though only a blink of eternity.
May it be known time's a manifestation of God's will.
A Perpetually ticking eternal spring of love to fulfill
The hearts of those who are thrilled to expand their minds
With an untraversable momentum unfathomable by human kind.
Time is so elusive, yet all around us with fluidity and grace.
Time follows an endless path into space laid not to waste
By it's maker, but time is simply a vague reflection of God.
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2006-02-13 22:07:56]
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Re: Time's a Manifestation of God's Will
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by RandyMan on
Monday, 13th February 2006 @ 10:56:14 PM AEST
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Re: Time's a Manifestation of God's Will
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by Lilly-Quill on
Sunday, 16th April 2006 @ 11:17:34 PM AEST
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How majestically profound and masterfully brilliant~!
Regards,
~Lilly-Quill
Ps. S. - As Charlotte Elliott once said: "My God, my Father, while I stray Far from home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done." Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not; But breathe the prayer divinely taught, "Thy will be done." What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved no longer nigh, Submissive still, would I reply, "Thy will be done." If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize-it ne'er was mine, I only yield Thee what was Thine; "Thy will be done." If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet spirit for its guest, My God, to Thee I leave the rest; "Thy will be done." Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done." |
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