Grand Master

Grand Master

A Poem by openbsd girl

To be proud,
the culmination of a life’s work;
so scant in comparison,
with our Creator’s,

To be proud,
of a heap.

And stacks grow,
and shrink;
the inventories
of our pains
& sufferings.

But for all man’s achievements,
they cannot add one day to their life.

Before the seat of Judgment,
let us grovel. That The Divine Mercy,
may be exalted.

And do no hesitate,
to implore His mercy now;
for all the faults,
of the most miserable of lives;
are as nothing,
before The Throne of the Almighty.

© 2024 openbsd girl


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Added on February 11, 2024
Last Updated on February 11, 2024
Tags: christian, catholic, faith, hope, love

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openbsd girl
openbsd girl

Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan



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