Live like You are DyingA Poem by sinNsincerityRedeeming the time because the days are evil. A season, an opportunity, and a section of time. If I asked for any of yours, would you mind? We all live in time and time exist. We are all in the here and now, so we can’t escape it. The what? The now! There’re are two groups of listeners: the ones that believe that there’s less time passed in front of them than more time behind. There are others thinking the future is greater than the past. Time will pass and as I’m thinking this, time is passing... Infinite ages. The activity is redeeming the time. Here’s the world and we’re taking something from it. It’s afforded to you and me. I’m separating time and eternity. I’m taking time from eternity. There’s something more to this and I’m not being unwise to the words. I’m using the time and ceasing the time. The days are evil and yet still nothing has changed. We make our own interpretations, but there is a will and here’s a reason for this meaning. What is my life about? We all ask this. Am I redeeming the time? Am I making it count? I’m not living to live out the time, but to reach in the world for myself, so that I can reach out to others with the hope that one day I can make a difference. Without using force, would you listen? Only if I want you to. I do have something to do. What do we need to be saved? The truth is simple, just believe! There was a wake-up call and a witness. It’s so overwhelming because I’m wanting to share without being obnoxious. Shame and embarrassment are the works of the devil. Formulating and ceasing the opportunity. There’s acknowledgement of my own purpose in this time of eternity. I’m reaching into time for eternities own sake and I’m not waiting because there is no perfect moment, just the now! There’s something for you to hear. Would you listen? Only with the given ability of the known God that many refuse. Can you relate? Are you listening? I have a darken mind, but I can’t always hide the light in my chest under a chair. It will still illuminate what is to be known and that’s the truth. I can’t buy back my yesterday’s, but I can write my own history. I am not ashamed, so I’m reaching into the world and touching those that do not understand. I know where I am. Do you? I’m not concerned with those that boast and hate me because I’m finding my own way. This is what I have and my history starts every day. I will travel through the thorns and darkness and I don’t want to be the same! © 2016 sinNsincerityFeatured Review
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