DYING

You know every thought of my heart!

You catch my whispered prayers!

Know what I need before I ask,

But how?  You were once there.

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Walked the waters of Galilee!

Thought fishes from the lake!

On to the fire that you had built!

Friends then came to partake!

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You did not need!  For You are God!

The fish gladly bestow

Selves!  Just to honor their Maker!

As everything below!

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Why His prime creation do not follow!

As the inanimate do!

Plagued with desire to follow self!

All else seems brand new.

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Impossible to administer!

Just how do you suppose?

Maker of all!  Creator God!

And did He not propose–

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All that is below and above!

And that slippery worm!

We use to catch the fish, observe

With endless sun that burns–

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To everness suns and planets

The countless stars above.

Can anyone, our scientists,

Not worship God and love?

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Many do in fact, all must!

Truly observe, no end

To what Our Creator God has done,

That man cannot comprehend!

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Does God observe or even care?

Of many misnomers I have made?

Mistakes!  Oh, how we hate the Word!

Dying from old age!

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that’s me, the Sam  11.16.12

Near end!

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