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PURPOSE OF
LIFE
Everyone
has a purpose
That
lives on earth:
An artist
paints the
beauty of
landscapes ,
The poets
praise or dispraise
Everything
they fancy ;
The farmers
till the soil
and sow the
seeds;
The physicians
heal sickness
of bodies and
minds.
But, God's
servants heal
the
sickness of the souls
Preach the
kingdom of God.
We must place
ourselves
In God's
loving care.
So,don't worry
What' s for
eat and what's for drink ;
Like birds of
the air , do they worry?
Like lilies
of the field that
toil not
and weave not
and yet
Solomon in all his glory
was no
arrayed like one of these.
Our Heavenly
Father knows
What's best
for us.
So why should
we complain?
We always want
sunshine;
He knows there
must be rain.
We love the
merriment and cheer;
We distain to have
to shed tears.
And if we
enjoy the glory of the morning
Know that it
must be followed by sunsets.
There're
gatherings and there're partings
As is usual in
the theatre of life.
Ah! Parting is
such a sweet sorrow !
So have faith
in the Lord
He is God of
all.
Still....
What's the use of
having faith
That doesn't grow?
Even the trees of
the forest
Grow and
strengthened
To withstand the
impending storms .
There's life
so there's death
To make up for
the balance of nature.
Death is but
the departure
from the
land of men;
Into the
land of God.
Life on earth
is a journey to that
New and
distant shore of tomorrow.
None need to
make this journey alone
With faith ,
Jesus's with
you all the
way;
Into the
promised kingdom of God;
Where there
shall be no nights
For days shall
reign forever.
There shall be
no death;
For death we
have left
behind
on earth.
So when you
hear birds' songs,
Gurgling of
brooks,
Each day at
the dawning,
Just lift your
eyes to the sky
Praise the
lord for He is mighty!
For at night
He'll be there to
Wrap the world
with
A blanket of
darkness ;
For our sweet
slumber
Through out
the night
Until morn is
born.
Agatha
Lai
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