PROGRESSA Poem by moonbeam40MORE CHANNELLINNGS FROM THE COMFORTER.They live....Mayhap they've lived too long; Pausing, in their nightmare, quest; When sanity creeps in, and ask themselves; "What is the end? For we however strong, Must face our God in time to come, Whether we lose or win." A whole world is a grain of sand when viewed, By God above; although He turns the other cheek, For hate returning Love, no flesh of spirit ever Born can win in a fight with God, the end is in, His hands alone, for Omega is God. Of all things good the one they miss by far the Most of all, is communion with the God of Love, Of which they can recall, forgiveness for their Folley, new chances to progress.... Marked clearly to their credit, is a world that; They possess, but opposite, a debit, mankind in vile Duress; yet progress remains with men however They digress. Who can doubt progress? Once earths' teeming Lands, were wilderness and desert, or steamy Trackless swamp, now stands erected by , Countless Human hands, vast monuments which testify, To Mans' progressive pomp; no need for ancient History books! Just use the gift of sight, look at The things around you: what miracles of advance! Discussion of this world of Curs, its' rulers' Riches' might, fill up each brief existence, And make we puppets dance! A fallen Empire, a vicious war, a Kingdom, Over trod, are ripples on the surface; Of a deep Eternal stream: An hour can mean a lot to us, but what does, It mean to God. In the vast unceasing progress of a universal, Scheme?.
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Added on September 20, 2011 Last Updated on September 20, 2011 Previous Versions Authormoonbeam40ESSEX, CLACTON, United KingdomAboutWestern zodiac sign Gemini, Eastern Zodiac I am The Metal Dragon. Born June 7th 1940, was evacuated until 1947, when war ended 1945? Born in Hornchurch Essex although I am not in any records? Many st.. more..Writing
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