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Post by glen on Jan 9, 2009 8:26:54 GMT -6
Singularity
Infinite variety, infinite beauty, infinite stars. God's eternal creation Marred only by this aberration The blot of nothingness The hole that sucks all that Matters Into a Godless abyss. It is a pockmark A dimple without innocence A timeless stitch in time. A point in space that's pointless, Existing nevertheless. Like this sucking void that crowds my soul, That draws out all joy from my life, That makes me less than God's perfect creation. Sin, they call it. I call it the Reason, the Excuse, the Alibi. "The Devil made me do it," I cry. But all along I know it's just me Putting myself first, above all once again. I long for the day when the black holes are filled With the tarmac of God's eternity. I long for infinity to be free from imperfection, And for my soul To find the peace it desires. "Even so, come Lord Jesus."
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Post by kd on Jan 24, 2009 17:26:29 GMT -6
Very powerful!
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