Sat, Apr 25th - 4:37PM
The point
The procedures are nothing, and ways are just means, even though as successful one masters, it seems. It is faith which does count to the Lord, by whom we are together as one for the future to be.
There is one thing to worry, though, at and about, and that is to be safe in the from one goes out. Better safe than be sorry we know and esteem. And when starting as drive one cannot make a dream.
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Fri, Mar 6th - 8:13PM
We are not gods
You know, boys and girls, it is a fine thing being together against s'mthing. Then, one is clear, by being obvious. And, in European tradition we have this national church gathering, in the name of the Majesty. You will agree, this is a cross. Myself, aI have stated, in my profile, Martin Luther was one to adhere to, and in Norway, the Lutheran view is constituted. This, though, is not what matters. Faith is. Please, be faithful! Make it, so being! And, together we will get to know each other, and God, which is Jesus Christ personalized, will look down on every each, with a smile, and think: What is he, or she, up to now ...
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Wed, Oct 4th - 7:13PM
The little rabbit
There was a rabbit who was lost
in everything to see.
His eyes, to Bunny, was the most
fantastic thing to free.
He saw and saw and found no rest
in any of his sights.
In north and south and east and west
he spent his restless nights.
One day God had enough of it.
God put him in a tree.
God blew him from the ground a bit,
for him to really see.
And lovely was the vision found
to him who had been blown.
And now he stopped to fool around,
afraid of falling down.
This poem I have published | here |.
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Tue, Sep 19th - 7:01AM
I confess
There is in this world nothing to be of
compared to be of you. Superb is it.
Whenever I am occupied, my love,
I am possessed. I joyfully admit.
Whenever I am occupied, I do
see to it my belongingness pertain,
whenever I am occupied, to you,
my love, my Lord, whose affluence is gain.
But as the corn the feel is not. And not
the herb alike. That would have been a waste.
Too proud are we. And I am in that caught;
that love to constitute, as feed and taste.
And in itself the fruit has seed. A vine
you are. And you, my love, are being mine.
This poem I have published | here |.
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Thu, Dec 31st - 3:43PM
What Christ is
Is Jesus Christ a table
who interest rewards,
or is He like a cable,
the way He life affords?
The Lord is truly giving.
Receiving love is you,
expected to be living.
Not many do, but few.
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