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We live in deeds, Not years. In thoughts, Not breath. In feelings, Not figures on a dial. Life's but a means unto an end. That end, beginning, mean an end to all things...God. But if man was God, He'll set fire to the heavens and make it rain volcanoes on us. He'll feast on our sins, and evenly dispatch iniquities to the ends of the earth. Like mushrooms, we would be effortlessly plucked into the bags of his hunters, at the occurrence of a mistake. If man was God, Grace would be in yonder, and his commands will hurt our little hearts meant to sojourn in peace. If man was God, he wouldn't be GOD... but man isn't GOD. Written By: Justice Eberechi
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
IF MAN WAS GOD
We live in deeds, Not years. In thoughts, Not breath. In feelings, Not figures on a dial. Life's but a means unto an end. That end, beginning, mean an end to all things...God. But if man was God, He'll set fire to the heavens and make it rain volcanoes on us. He'll feast on our sins, and evenly dispatch iniquities to the ends of the earth. Like mushrooms, we would be effortlessly plucked into the bags of his hunters, at the occurrence of a mistake. If man was God, Grace would be in yonder, and his commands will hurt our little hearts meant to sojourn in peace. If man was God, he wouldn't be GOD... but man isn't GOD. Written By: Justice Eberechi
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19/M/Nigeria
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
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