progress
The world relies on an intelligence quota
To accumulate prestige
While
Faith requires the revelation of Light
To become more Christlike
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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God loves me
And god loves you
God only knows why?
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