Well it has been almost a year since I last posted here. I miss this site, I'm so glad I remembered my password. It's been a long time, I have more friends than I remember. I'll write this new poem.
Calling the wind, is impossible, you can't capture it. Freeing the soul within, it's impossible, without God, you can't accomplish anything. The bringers of the calm, the angels from above, they relay prayers to the Lord. We all feel the anticipation of being in the love of the Almighty. It's a place where we can be together in time, at the appointed hour, reaching to the stars we all do. It's only a matter of seconds, until that last moment strikes, you never know the outcome, unless you are gifted. You need to figure things out as God intended. Without Jesus Christ alive in our hearts, we are doomed to an eternal misery, damnation, and the depths of hell. Therefore, we must fall into grace, collecting all that we see as good.
I don't know where all of that came from, but it needed to be said.
Thanks for reading.
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