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Job 9:11 

11 If he passes by me, I cannot see Him,
if he goes by, I cannot perceive Him.

 

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Today the day of Salvation – tomorrow out of sight

Yesterday got lost again entranced in chosen confusion

Hand to the plow requested as I slip into the night

What kind of servant am I as reality seems more an illusion?

 

Is perception a gift of God and vision a call from Him?

Is not the understanding of facts a gift from the Eternal?

Why is so much wasted than as He fills up to the brim?

The cup of opportunity to live for beyond survival

 

Is blindness a product of The Fall or just a self-chosen entity?

Is it really possible for the dead in spirit to breathe?

Is it not really practical to accept truth from beyond sanity?

That we seem to self-impose and accept like being neat

 

Jan Wienen

 

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