I DO NOT GIVE A RIP

God attending to small details features this from the eternal.

Each skinny silk of corn attached to every little kernel.

The silk extends outside the husk to catch the rays of sunshine!

Each sun kissed kernel bursts with sweetness tasting, like, divine!

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Just think other things, similar like the apple and pear,

Can you, the sweetness of a grape find just anywhere?

Sure makes our taste buds water that is not all!  God made them grow!

God made everything that pleases!  Does not this His kindness show?

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In hundreds of tasty tidbits we find pleasure every day!

Mouthwatering juicy vegies there is just nothing left to say!

God loves us tries to prove it through our taste buds, nothing more?

Just gaze into the future.  Look by faith and see that shore!

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“Many mansions” this foretelling beauty, luxury, beyond

Any human comprehension!  Listen!  That angelic sound!

Coming from ten thousand voices, do you wonder, cannot you hear?

Clear sound harmonious mingling, imagination brings it near!

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Let us not spoil it by imagining, just know that it will transcend

Any, every mortal talent!  Nothing earthly can contend!

Music there is never ending, reach other planets, all

Bathed in constant praise extending, reaching those that did not fall!

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Other planets, heavens pieces, like to ponder, think a bit!

Not suggesting this as scripture, so do not throw a tizzy fit.

Angelic choir from main heaven televising words from God

Around the clock?  No!  Daylight always!  Waking hours can afford!

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Can imagination offer anything to beat this trip!

Do not know!  I do not think so but then I do not give a rip!

Through all our tears and troubles can we ever understand

That we were handpicked for heaven?  For we have sought a better land!

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Sam Cox 10.25.05

REFURBISH

Refurbish can only mean, clean up time!

And do it again better!

Yes!  Jesus died to clean us up!

Only this time forever!

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That is for His perfect eternal abode!

Trust!  He does it right!

The goodness you claim, merely a flake!

Will not do in God’s sight!

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“The just shall live by faith in Him

And His death on Calvary!”

“He became sin who knew no sin!”

The Perfect One died for me!

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Perfection died as a sinner on

That criminal cross.

How else can we say, “He took our place.”

Calvary His loss!

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That Perfect Lamb crucified for  a l l!

We have all sinned, all have failed,

Missed His glory, all have come way short,

Truly, as in curtailed!

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Just as Adam sinned and was booted out

Of that garden’s perfection.

How can we know how perfect it was

Until we reach heaven!

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Heavenly home as in perfect!  So fair!

Imagine such a place!

Impossible!  Only angels up there

Can tell of perfect grace!

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Absolutely no sorrow or sickness!  There all is joy!

Imagination falls way short!

Impossible to figure!  Cannot touch!

Plain thinking can only abort!

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Kingdom perfect and glorious peace

Consider way out of reach!

To even imagine systems beyond

Just an impossible breach!

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Kingdom glorious perfect the joy!

Along with angelic sounds,

Singing like we have never heard before!

Cannot imagine, just way out beyond!

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the Sam 05.26.13