Tue, Oct 20th - 8:24AM
Gentleman to be
I take notice of sorrow, and notice of pride,
and when children seek comfort, I never will hide.
There are feelings announced by addresses to man,
and when answering, surely be stupid one can.
It can not be exempt, that called heart, from the mind.
Dry is theory, though, any man is of kind.
And reluctant to show up, to show who you are,
any small will acknowledge, afraid is that star.
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Fri, Oct 9th - 6:13PM
All right
There are moments in life when I think of the strife one subjected is to by the being of you. It is crazy and sad, and to future too bad. And I dream of a state of to be not to hate, where one loves girl and boy, neither pleasant as toy. And it can and it will be a portion to fill. Jesus Christ is the Lord. And love is to afford.
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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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