Sometimes I wonder.
Why people fight.
Why people cry.
Why people lie.
Why people die.
Does this even make sence. What I see in your heart. Why do you think you own God. You throw around request like you throw around your money. Nit pick and flail in unrighteousness. You have no claim. You money is no good here. Get in line with the rest. Yes the children are first. Then that begger you slandard. I sent him to you and you to him and all I saw was hate. Despise for human kind. You don't like what the preacher says. Maybe its because your soul is offended and knows the cracks in your dignity. Get in line, yes your in the back. GOD KNOWS YOUR SIN, YOUR FEARS, AND YOUR HEART. BOW DOWN BEFORE YOUR LORD AND KNOW YOUR PLACE.
People fight.
People cry.
People lie.
People die.
Why does God love us. He loves our laughter. He loves our souls. He loves the good that comes from us. When we bicker about things that don't matter, like money, power, prestige, and time, God loves us. He sits back and laughs, saying children worry about the craziest things. People create problems so they can solve them. Create issues to give them purpose. When problems already exist and we all have pupose. Yes God loves the way you think you have control, the way you prance when you think you got your way. He may not always like your ways of sin, but he loves you.
I fight.
I cry.
I lie.
I die.
I sit alone. I always was. Only you lord are always with me. Even as the clock ticks and the time rolls. You are here. People beat against your love. Try to spread hate. You always come through. People come in your name to destroy your church, but you always shine through. The darkest human soul can not dim your light. In fact the more hate that fills the world, the more love I see. The light of your love feeds me, heals me, and saves me. I a lowly human beg to be known. Beg to be. But you know the way and control my time. The seconds tick by. Sometimes I ....
Why people fight.
Why people cry.
Why people lie.
Why people die.
Does this even make sence. What I see in your heart. Why do you think you own God. You throw around request like you throw around your money. Nit pick and flail in unrighteousness. You have no claim. You money is no good here. Get in line with the rest. Yes the children are first. Then that begger you slandard. I sent him to you and you to him and all I saw was hate. Despise for human kind. You don't like what the preacher says. Maybe its because your soul is offended and knows the cracks in your dignity. Get in line, yes your in the back. GOD KNOWS YOUR SIN, YOUR FEARS, AND YOUR HEART. BOW DOWN BEFORE YOUR LORD AND KNOW YOUR PLACE.
People fight.
People cry.
People lie.
People die.
Why does God love us. He loves our laughter. He loves our souls. He loves the good that comes from us. When we bicker about things that don't matter, like money, power, prestige, and time, God loves us. He sits back and laughs, saying children worry about the craziest things. People create problems so they can solve them. Create issues to give them purpose. When problems already exist and we all have pupose. Yes God loves the way you think you have control, the way you prance when you think you got your way. He may not always like your ways of sin, but he loves you.
I fight.
I cry.
I lie.
I die.
I sit alone. I always was. Only you lord are always with me. Even as the clock ticks and the time rolls. You are here. People beat against your love. Try to spread hate. You always come through. People come in your name to destroy your church, but you always shine through. The darkest human soul can not dim your light. In fact the more hate that fills the world, the more love I see. The light of your love feeds me, heals me, and saves me. I a lowly human beg to be known. Beg to be. But you know the way and control my time. The seconds tick by. Sometimes I ....
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