What is there in this world?
There is nothing to be proud
The creator made everything thoughtfully.
But his creations live carelessly.
Nurture each and everything,
then nature will give you something.
Even the stone is precious,
though it's not considered as a species.
Here life is a play,
everyone has to perform through out the day.
Nobody can question the narrator,
as he is also the creator.
Open your heart when he knocks,
without looking at the clock.
He gave his begotten son,
to cleanse our deadly sin.
Search for the worthy treasure,
but not for the worldly pleasure.
Give your things generously,
then we will be blessed abundantly.
Behold his words,
he will raise us as his stewards.
He may drive us through various strands,
but we'll be safe in his mighty hands.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
What is there in this world?
There is nothing to be proud
The creator made everything thoughtfully.
But his creations live carelessly.
Nurture each and everything,
then nature will give you something.
Even the stone is precious,
though it's not considered as a species.
Here life is a play,
everyone has to perform through out the day.
Nobody can question the narrator,
as he is also the creator.
Open your heart when he knocks,
without looking at the clock.
He gave his begotten son,
to cleanse our deadly sin.
Search for the worthy treasure,
but not for the worldly pleasure.
Give your things generously,
then we will be blessed abundantly.
Behold his words,
he will raise us as his stewards.
He may drive us through various strands,
but we'll be safe in his mighty hands.
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