I have seen in my weakness, a strength not my own. I have fought to understand. Yet in fear I left it alone. I have cryed tears that somehow fell like rain. Yet when on bended knee he took away each stain.
Cast in the rotting flesh of a body not my own.I have seen the face of God. His perfection to me shown. I have struggled with the concept of life. Yet in death I find my way. For only in his word, have I found a place to stay.
Eternity is forever, but in spirit not in flesh. For all was made to die. Within a human weave or mesh. A constant reminder of the imperfection of man. So I look to what I know. In the perfection of Gods word must I stand.
Funny how I had to see the imperfection in me. To realize on earth no perfection can be. Only in the heavens. A place I hope to call home. Where on his Holy word I learn I am not alone. Where to, one day in glory we shall be. Where nothing more shall be hidden from you or me.
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