I Want to Write Something (2020)
I want to look around and write something To hear the sounds, and write something To see the crowds and writes something To reach the clouds so that I can write something
I want to look around and write something To hear the sounds, and write something To see the crowds and writes something To reach the clouds so that I can write something
Ireland~800 AD The rich, melodious voices rose up together in unison. The high vaulted stone walls echoed and rebounded the graceful song. In the church, hundreds of candles lighted the vaulted chamber giving it a holy, almost ethereal beauty. One by one, the hooded monks walked slowly into the chapel, their chant filling the air.
The ancient wisdom. Salvation. You.
But the Triumvirate… Wise beyond comprehension Wise to plan redemption Leaving it all in His hands
The Apostle John received something from the Lord Jesus that he shares with Christians in his first epistle. We are little children. John may be, in a sense, a sort of spiritual father to the church. This tenderness for the flock in his care is what he learned from God, and John shares it with the children of God.
"He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the kind intention of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, which He freely bestowed on us in the Beloved." — Ephesians 1:5-6
— 1 Corinthians 3:12-15 "Now if any man builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw, each man’s work will become evident; for the day will show it because it is to be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the quality of each man’s work. If any man’s work which he has built on it remains, he will receive a reward. If any man’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss; but he himself will be saved, yet so as through fire."
“Have you ever done something wrong to another human being?” Garth began quietly, “Something that, no matter how much ya wanted to, you could never take back?” He looked away. “If there is a God in heaven, I know for sure that He won’t want me anywhere near Him when the trumpet sounds.
Have you ever felt fake? Have you consistently felt like your profession of faith was not genuine? Have you ever examined yourself to see if you're in the faith? Should you maybe consider doing that?