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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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