Here is a muse … food for thought:
We spend our lives in pursuit of something we can not find... in the glory of the immortal, the divine. For the imperfect must put on the perfect, the mortal the immortal... in this race for a better day. Man, struggles against himself, laboring for the unseen beauty he can not have... in his mortal state. Yeah, it is this vain struggle that devours his day.. leaving him bare and naked... stripped of his powers... empty souls no longer able to sustain his own.
Then comes the rain, and the Spirit ridding the wind... too, refresh man's soul to lift him up high... in the glorious light of his Creator, to know... here wisdom speaks, man is renewed... A new day begins and life is now a blessing...Shall wisdom speak and man not hear, shall the rainfall and man not be refreshed... cleansed, his soul renewed? The days grow short and night approaches, will man yet find his home.. shall he find peace, can there be peace, while he is yet men... clothed in the carnal nature of the imperfect?
So, we grow... so we sow, the seed of time... day begets day, and night brings a new dawn... life becomes a patient song... A journey begun, and a road long. As we rise and fall, so comes summer's heat and autumn's wheat ... and the latter rain to refresh us one last time... for with winter... comes a foreboding wind, as the sun sets, comes the cold night... and a longing to sleep. Man's imperfect journey is about to meet perfection... in his Creators time.
But let us speak of more somber times... of years that bring memories of sorrows, long past trials, failures and disappointments many... Let us, therefore, resign our thoughts to God's promises... too, His Glory and forgiveness, too a new birth and a new image... not of the mortal, but of the immortal... for this mortal must put off mortality and put on immortality... We must put off imperfection and put on perfection, through the Grace of God and the Blood of Jesus Christ, Amen.
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