He is The Truth

Sun, 08/18/2013 - 17:42 -- rliguy

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I walk and wander on paths of darkness and light,

Searching for truth through pains and delights,

There are tiny signals and hint of this man,

it is like a still small voice call from where I stand,

he claims to be the truth,

the absolute truth,

or the absolute anything,

another name was the "I am",

I look around and only few heard,

he cries out, wanting to reveal himself,

I claimed "I have the right listen and not listen",

he spoke "I have the right to give life and take it",

So I blamed him for taking my love away from me,

He blamed me for not listening to his heed,

he spoke "by the way my name is Jesus"

 

 

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