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THE BOOK The covers are horizons And in between, the trees We find on branches hope, and life There written on the leaves. Dreaming alone man works his plans Enjoining mighty nations Then in the end is left with Sin Nothing for foundations. Building fortune self to keep Man disregards it's page Then when the scent of smoke is clear He seeks another sage. Our knowing is extensive We're wise to plant the trees But cannot know God's wisdom till We stop and read the leaves. The covers are horizons And in between a tree I've found God's plan for peace and Life His Son condemed for ME! |
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