Rawkfist,
I admire your actions here on the internet and I am posting this miniature snippet simply to display my gratitude towards your spiritually initialized attempt to help the faith of others. I too am a son of God and find it harder each day to further my relationship with the father. He is multifaceted to the point to where even my mind just collapses in mid-thought.
@the request
I have a girlfriend who is emotionally unstable to the point where she can't survive without her prescribed medicine. However, since I have entered her life, she has been the happiest person alive; stated by her friends, family, and acquaintances. The problem is, is that I am still young and find it painful to imagine the end of this beautiful journey. I know the power of God, but I also know that God has a Will. I am afraid to harm her when we are no longer capable of being together. So my request is simply this:
Help me help her in accordance to the Will of God.
And let me leave you with this poem I had written.
If the seasons may pass,
May they pass slowly and gently.
Let the tears that fall be tears of joy,
Let the laughter that follows be sounds of music.
Lest the season ends,
I shall see you no longer.
The laughter shall cease,
The tears turn bitter,
And I find the darkness once more.
I admire your actions here on the internet and I am posting this miniature snippet simply to display my gratitude towards your spiritually initialized attempt to help the faith of others. I too am a son of God and find it harder each day to further my relationship with the father. He is multifaceted to the point to where even my mind just collapses in mid-thought.
@the request
I have a girlfriend who is emotionally unstable to the point where she can't survive without her prescribed medicine. However, since I have entered her life, she has been the happiest person alive; stated by her friends, family, and acquaintances. The problem is, is that I am still young and find it painful to imagine the end of this beautiful journey. I know the power of God, but I also know that God has a Will. I am afraid to harm her when we are no longer capable of being together. So my request is simply this:
Help me help her in accordance to the Will of God.
And let me leave you with this poem I had written.
If the seasons may pass,
May they pass slowly and gently.
Let the tears that fall be tears of joy,
Let the laughter that follows be sounds of music.
Lest the season ends,
I shall see you no longer.
The laughter shall cease,
The tears turn bitter,
And I find the darkness once more.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will.
.::The Rights of Man::.
.::The Rights of Man::.