Again, I cry to you to implore you to believe. Weep, please mourn. You have to repent.
The kingdom of God is glory-full. Milk and honey overflow.
Glory is God's.
This is not my story, but God's love in my life.
How I am like dust, like vapor, and like a fading flower.
Those are beautiful things.
God's breath of life in my body is a beautiful thing.
How there is only one truth, only ONE, is sad.
In it, we are lost.
In it, we seek out falsehood. We believe lies.
We give into false "truths."
We give in too easily, too fondly, too blindly, and too bad.
We can't possibly know unless God shows Himself. We're too accustomed to the dark.
The light is blinding.
The kingdom of God is glory-full. Milk and honey overflow.
Glory is God's.
This is not my story, but God's love in my life.
How I am like dust, like vapor, and like a fading flower.
Those are beautiful things.
God's breath of life in my body is a beautiful thing.
How there is only one truth, only ONE, is sad.
In it, we are lost.
In it, we seek out falsehood. We believe lies.
We give into false "truths."
We give in too easily, too fondly, too blindly, and too bad.
We can't possibly know unless God shows Himself. We're too accustomed to the dark.
The light is blinding.
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