To What End
'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.'
Perfection with beauty a world he did create for humanity to appreciate; a place of no vexation of soul that was his mold.
But then that which was perfect went another direction because of indiscretion there exists aggression from the watchers that calls for insurrection of God's perfect creation.
To what end are we to fall killing one another, and that's not all, destroying the beauty that was meant to be for you and me for the sake of prosperity we have lost our destiny.
Lost in the glare of city lights are the stars of God's creation with lack of no appreciation for that which was perfect was lost that night when we demanded light. To what end are we to depend on our ability to re-create that which was great.
Microphone to cell phones, radios and videos from satellites we communicate because we have lost that inner voice that will get us through the gate; can you count the cost?
To what end are we to depend, eternity do we suspend, this I cannot apprehend.
Yet there is hope and peace that all will one day agree, every knee will bow and tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is the one who brings us victory over death the final enemy this is predestined to be.
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The more things change the more they remain the same. Just part of my meditation on God's creation.
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