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Grief


Job 30:25 

25 Have I not wept for the unfortunate?
Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

 

 

Grieving over them and then praying for the sinner

Being distraught about the fallen human condition.

Getting all things in perspective and the worth of its values.

Just make known to us the deceit of all happenings in question.

 

All the day we talk about the war till you get sick to the stomach.

Most issues of life itself, we flatly ignore to show death at its best

It seems ruling all the airways and TV in the name of freedom

And like before in past time again  we are failing every test

 

Depravity is blooming, its season is here to stay for a while

The “Will of God” we mold surely into our own perception,

In the name of the Almighty we often do what we want.

We act like we do Him favor ... in our “excusable” ignorance.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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