Faith without works is an waste of time here on the earth. Truth without Fruit is an waste of time as well on the earth. So trust in the Lord to get you through this here life too. Never give up just keep on running this here race you are in. Keep on moving closer to that finish line till you are right there. Love your neighbor , and love your enemy here as well friend. But most of all love your God and Savior with a full heart too.
Bubbling a bubbler.... now moving on to molding dense putty, firmly, with warm flesh while knawing on juicy chewing gum. The pleasurable breeze mixes with the warm sun and all is well. Hypnotic sounds of vacuums, birds, and rustling leaves meld together cyclically like orbiting masses. Bugs are getting zapped by a light as I observe in a trance.... I am these bugs igniting and fading away.
I'm searching... Through my intimidated, blurry eyes Scanning life's jagged edges, Far corners wide. My soul's crammed inside heavy eyelids, Red now from stale tears that sting and weigh heavy. I'm envisioning an Angels love pouring out at me, Echoing softly millions of miles from above, These cloudy veils on earth below, With my pleading tears for love. I'm always searching out for a Angel's love, Through the sun and moon god, Created from a mother and father God union above. Angel, can you hear me make out your name vaguely? ...
Why are there gates into Heaven if it's never too late to be forgiven? Can we not just fall to our knees and beg for mercy there at the entrance? I just don't see the God that you preach as someone to say "too late". I can't see how he can stand to watch his children burn in Hell. For Heaven's sake.
I don't understand how a man with so much virtue and honor, can be someone who allows his children to be accepted as goners.