DeepWaters

When the evening and morning, were the sixth day, To them He gave His blessing. Let them multiply all the way. They were male and female, made to click and relate. They were given the ticket to mate, and a power to procreate Down the lineage of imperfection, occurred a great mutation, skinning the land of its reputation, destroying the power of procreation Once destroyed with fire, she still wore her precedent attire. Worked through a chain of sire. To prevail and establish her desire. This man-made desideration, is a subject underconsideration. But God had longed made the decision, One man, one woman for aeons.

The cry goes out! Hear me! hear my words! But men still search hard, with metal shields and swords, in the jungle of asperity, the secret of longetivity. Their words of acrimony, has bought bitterness to amity. Many can't live in harmony, they fail to work in unity. There exist no real camaraderie. Their emptiness leaves them lingering One more precious than rubies, in her hand hold sway, on the left, honour and riches, in her right hand length of days, for the man who remembered the laws, and kept the commandments he saw. The man who has learnt not to be wise, in his own eyes, to honor God with his substance, to do good at when due, to love the brother in the hood, without fear would snooze. For he has kept wisdom, it is life to his soul. He has found freedom, he walks around...

If I say God doesn't exist, what do I say about gravity? If I say God is a chancer, what do I say about Satan's villainy? If I say God is mute, have I thought of my ears being waxy? If I say God hides behind the clouds, have I thought of man-made works causing obscurity? If I say God inflicts sufferings, have I thought of His Son's poignancy? If I say God has no power, have I thought of my breathing faculty? If I say He's just ordinary, let me try to breathe life into a dummy. If I say He doesn't see me, let me plant a seed in secret and wait for corollary If I say He doesn't hear me, let me wait for Him to answer my query. If I say He can't fight for me, let me throw to Him my adversity. If I say Be doesn't love me, let me think of how His son came as an helpless baby If I say He's never coming back, let me think of why He first left His glory. Let me think of the cost. Is it all in vain? No one can estim...

Yes! A good doctrine. From wisdom comes understanding. Receive the father's sayings, Without them we quench, decaying. For life; keep His commandments. For preservation; Grab wisdom and love her. For promotion; exalt her. For honour; embrace her. You will run without stumbling. You will walk without straitening. The paths you take will keep shinning, when you attend to know understanding. keep your heart with diligence. Ponder the path of your feet. Keep your eyelids straight. Froward mouth and perverse lips abdicate. Do not look away, for there awaits an ornament of grace, together with a crown of glory, all for the child that hears.

Engulfed in an elbow room, with jurisdiction enacting doom. The cry of freedom, approaches as a loom. Circumstances had led to great aspirations. To work hard was the way to their destination. At the back of their minds :is death's inhibition. To run the race was the best decision. If the end is death, our seeds shouldn't be dearth. We need to plant in those born to rule the earth, the si-ne qua non to create a new birth. Now they sit to wait for an outlet, or better still, the Advent, while they hold posterity in the present, and much more what life had to present.

. She is never silent. She is stronger than a ligament. There is no place her voice is not heard. Those that listened to her have learned. Above little they have earned. She gives subtility to the simple, to prevent them from ramshackle. caused by their simplicity, that made them agents of duplicity. To the young lad, whom without experience had been bound, to receptors of danger at all times, She gives him discretion, as the best compensation Her warnings are fervent. Fools alone would make a faux pas. Their sardonic attitude ...

Its waves are uninterrupted . Its swaying motion, leaves a motif on the ground. It's actions can never be withheld by man's hand. It has no respect for anyone. It could sweep across one's feet. For it has to flip continously. Things change as it flips. It brings change constantly. It sweeps a once crowded house, into a lonely desert. It pushes a mould of dirt to one that doesn't expect it. It comes with so much surprises. It sweeps away torture and brings sweet peace. sometimes, it appears as a play back, but it moves without turning back. It's changes are enormous. It sweeps the hurt and brings in joy. It sweeps the youthful age and keeps the senile. It sweeps out dawn and brings the night. It sweeps out generations after generations. Its power doesn't deplete. It sweeps the bad and brings the good. It sweeps the worst, for better to come. It sweeps in joy and sweeps out bitterness. It is a great teacher and it forces you to lear...