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“When God calls you on a Mission, gear up!
No bed of roses, it’s a hard climb up.
God’s a so mysterious and complex type:
“He might even make you poor to bring life.”
When called, don’t resist, don’t ever complain;
you can do the job well, He’ll make it plain
to the point that you thought you did it all:
“Glory to God, blessed are they whom He’ll call.”
―
No bed of roses, it’s a hard climb up.
God’s a so mysterious and complex type:
“He might even make you poor to bring life.”
When called, don’t resist, don’t ever complain;
you can do the job well, He’ll make it plain
to the point that you thought you did it all:
“Glory to God, blessed are they whom He’ll call.”
―
“Can godless ones succeed in life?—Of course!
Can they, too, be happy in life?—Of course!
You might think then, God is irrelevant:
“Sans God one can enjoy life freed from want.”
God gave the Law of Nature to guide life—
“Whoever obeys the Law shall find Life.”
God’s endless relevance is in the Law—
“From heeding the Law, it’s God’s Life we draw!”
―
Can they, too, be happy in life?—Of course!
You might think then, God is irrelevant:
“Sans God one can enjoy life freed from want.”
God gave the Law of Nature to guide life—
“Whoever obeys the Law shall find Life.”
God’s endless relevance is in the Law—
“From heeding the Law, it’s God’s Life we draw!”
―
“Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.”
― Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer
― Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer
“The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.”
―
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.”
―
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