Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Purpose is not that far my child---it's just a journey's walk.It is the One at the end of the journey,it is the end of the journey, and it is the journeyitself.And when you thirst, do you not drink?And when you are cool, do you not warm yourself?and when you are weary, do you not rest?And if you need meaning, should you not reach out?I said out! My child, out! In all simplicity those in need reach out and receive beyondthemselves.He's at the end of the quench, and the relief of the warmth, the satisfaction of a rest, and thesalvage of a soul.
Growth In Expression: Modern Christian Poems
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Purpose is not that far my child---it's just a journey's walk.It is the One at the end of the journey,it is the end of the journey, and it is the journeyitself.And when you thirst, do you not drink?And when you are cool, do you not warm yourself?and when you are weary, do you not rest?And if you need meaning, should you not reach out?I said out! My child, out! In all simplicity those in need reach out and receive beyondthemselves.He's at the end of the quench, and the relief of the warmth, the satisfaction of a rest, and thesalvage of a soul.
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