Good things to those who do not heed,
The words of darkness but are freed,
To
the infinite
light.
Not on the road of evil, nor in the seat of shame,
But the best of life is for belief in His name,
Meditation
day
and night.
A tree that's firmly rooted, on the river's border,
A living infinity of diligent labor, of order,
This
is
the good.
Dark ones are not so, flowing like chaff in the wind,
They will not stand when judged, those that sinned,
Before
assemblies
of saints.
He knows the way of good, our Lord and master,
And as through His great power, The Dark perishes faster,
The Dark
will be
no more.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Good things to those who do not heed,
The words of darkness but are freed,
To
the infinite
light.
Not on the road of evil, nor in the seat of shame,
But the best of life is for belief in His name,
Meditation
day
and night.
A tree that's firmly rooted, on the river's border,
A living infinity of diligent labor, of order,
This
is
the good.
Dark ones are not so, flowing like chaff in the wind,
They will not stand when judged, those that sinned,
Before
assemblies
of saints.
He knows the way of good, our Lord and master,
And as through His great power, The Dark perishes faster,
The Dark
will be
no more.
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