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Luke 16:13 

13 No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.

 

Control

 

Always there is the question:

“Without God, who rules the soul?”

Is it the man who carries it

if he thinks he has control?

But what if dead in one’s sins

and life passes by?

Is there any control at all?

Is destiny just a lonely cry?

 

To be governed by the soul

and thrives in constant pain,

makes one think there is life

all wet without any rain.

Oh! I hope that God will help us.

Here one is dead as can be

following preplanned desires

of body and mind never to be free.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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