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Apr 2015
You can't sit there
and tell me
there's nothing more to life than
strife
        confusion
            & falsely happy days

You can't say that you don't feel
an ache
in your
soul
for something out of this world

You can't possibly believe that life is just this
m
   e
s
   s
e
   d
up
puzzle
where we find love and happiness and build success only to have all it be with nothing and for us to go into a dark, dust surrounded coffin in the ground
forever and ever

You can't tell me
you don't get the
goose-bump forming,
spine tingling,
earth shattering feeling
that there is something more than us all
greater than we could EVER fathom

for I have seen the Lamb of God,
and he's opened my eyes,
and I can't wait to receive my Heavenly prize
I can't emphasize how important God is. My eternity is in His hands. He knows the number of hairs on my head, what's going to happen in my life, and he can tell me the amount of sand on every beach. Wow. There's a book that's been written and translated in 3 different languages. Still the best selling book ever. With 40 different authors, 66 different books, written over a span of 2,000 years. You can't tell me that I'm wrong without a doubt.
Meg Howell
Written by
Meg Howell  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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