MY OWN CHOICE

Tendril of that clinging vine,

Did out God do that, too?

Curling itself around that stem,

Where from seed it grew.

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Certainly that seed that sprouts

Made a clinging vine!

Tender, malleable, complete!

Creator, The Divine!

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Same God made the solar system!

In space forever there!

Planets, suns, other stars so bright!

And earth!  Without compare!

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Then other planets and whose to know,

They populous or not?

Image of God, like the same, we

Cannot as of yet know!

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But some Golden Day, common knowledge

Image of God, like, the same?

Green, black, red, all will understand!

All on the same train.

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God created, we did not, just happened!

Even though controversies abide!

God’s very image, Spirit, for sure.

And none can from Him hide!

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Our lineage for certain, Creator God!

His language we will all know then!

Pure language, as though born in it!

Red, yellow, black, knowing all.

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Our God of love, loves all alike!

With a love, unquestionable!

On that sadistic cross, hours spent!

Took sins of us all!   No fable!

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God does not send any to Hell!

Man’s choice alone contends

Where he will spend Eternal years!

Heaven is my intends!

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the Sam 08.12.13

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