How do I know God listens,
I don't.
He could,
He couldn't.
But I'd guess he does,
Because when I wished not to suffer it was,
And whence I wished for love it was,
But not without my hand in work,
Tilling God's land.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
How do I know God listens,
I don't.
He could,
He couldn't.
But I'd guess he does,
Because when I wished not to suffer it was,
And whence I wished for love it was,
But not without my hand in work,
Tilling God's land.
Even if you don't believe, the bible is a great book and a literature marvel. You don't need to follow God to appreciate a masterpiece.
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