When morning finally came
The doors burst open, hallelujah.
As a flawed man in this moment,
All was well throughout the land.
Pillars holding up great monoliths
Aimed towards the sky,
Grand structures surrounded by water,
Cultivated into a phenomenal act.
Peace took over anyone who embarked,
Enveloping them with the joy of
It was a magnificent summer day.
Never in a million years did I dream of peace,
A sanctuary of divinity, glorified by the holy,
To appear before the common woes of man.
Before this day, I dreamed of agony and despair.
But now I enact the effects of my slumber,
In the only way I know how the written word,
Steadfast toward finding everlasting peace.
And when I reach the Kingdom of Heaven, I’ll be present in a moment where the only thing that matters is believing in the magnificence of It all. Righteous or not, I am to become, through my acts, a man of God. But I’m a sinner.
Lost and misguided, frolicking and enjoying what life has to offer. The most challenging chapters of my life are behind me, yet I’m dreary and contemplating the significance of God in my life. He called me, and at that moment, I knew I’d somehow dedicate my life to God.
Hesitation. I’m tempted to continue sin. I am a flawed man.
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