“… as we search …”
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Warring with
“… the spirit of can’t …”
Nothing but the filter
“… at the water’s edge …”
Two Thessalonians from glass houses
“… we stew in our doom …”
Those darkened gates
“… why they congregate …”
The quench
“… their idolatry …”
Is there purpose?
As I wanderand ponderthe intricaciesof the grand designrenderedby the handsof the Almighty…and my rolein it –beesching wisdom while doing battle with inclinations and evil spiritsthat declare that I ain’t worthy –is there purposein my lurkingotherwise knownas that omnipresent searchfor God’s face? Hard pause –as I yield backmy timein the form of me –your humble servantShunContinue reading “Is there purpose?”
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