God is a power, that humans cannot see. he is a power, that we cannot hear. but god is a power, that we can feel.
he is the power, that controls the universe. he is the power, which sets our every hour. he is the power, which commands life and death, and thus can give us our false breath.
We have given him names, traits and personality, But he is truly limitless, indescribable. And thus is just a source of power in reality. The power that gives us back, What we had given to others. And shows us the right path. But then it’s our choice to walk on it further.
God is no human, But dressed up as men or women, Even in the darkest place, God is the only hope which one has. This mighty power is present everywhere perhaps, Present as hope, success, or creation. Or even love, mercy and destruction.
He is just a power, A mighty power, But is given personality (by humans), But is a source of power in reality.
GONE IS THE FANGIRL GONE IS MY CRAZE I hope I dwell beautifully in this soul of pureness and achieve my dream. Hi!Everyone I am a 16 yearold teenager filled with endless of dreams and passion to achieve them with burden of upcoming responsibilities here I am writing with my sword .......filling my infinites to a poem Hoping people will still love what i write.
A philosophical question for anyone who has an idea. Imagine my hands are a set of scales. In my right hand I hold this crazy little thing called love. You can choose anything you want to place in my left
Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way
God Loves Us He gave His son up for Us Sometimes, We tend to not understand how massive it is ‘Cause we’re limited, we don’t understand how limitless it is God said we are Precious in His sight Please, don’t
When man mortal with a title Becomes vile and self righteous He walks around with the Bible Holy acts and all sacrilegious Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners Hailing the devil’s temporal empire Accomplished false pretenders Adorned in bright priestly attire Those
Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt