A puff of smoke that vanishes, the brevity of life. I will leave this world physically just as I arrived. Better that I think beyond my situation, beyond me and towards Him.
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- Plato Paragon
- I stepped into a river. I returned to step into the river again. But it was not the same river, and I was not the same man.
1 comment:
beautiful poem. this is where true hope begins.
"but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved."
rom.8:23-24
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