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MANY YEARS

It's been on for many years
Doesn't mean it must go on for more years
What is the purpose of your wide ears
If you only give in to what your tongue yearns?
You must pause to reevaluate
That which you so appreciate
For the times may have diminished it's weight
Making it a complete waste

 It's been so for many years
Yet doesn't produce the supposed fruits of a thousand years
These practices, stacked up like unwanted wears
May make you end in tears
So why give them value of the highest rate
When you never stop to examine your faith?
For if you must achieve that fate
you must constantly examine the quality of your faith

 You have been doing it for many years
But do they align with the coming years?
For so long you've held on to your fears
But they won't be needed in the coming years
So cling to things that are truly great
Then you'll find your way through the narrow gate 
But you must utterly drop the things He hates
If you want this glorious fate

 I did them for many years
No more will I do them in coming years
There's been a sharpening of my inner ears
And now I order what my tongue yearns 
I no longer give them value of the highest rate
Because I have found a better fate
Like me, will you accept this faith?
Or would you rather remain with that waste?

 Par: Sambasy
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  1. Emmanuel Phestoos14 July 2020 at 09:15

    Felt broken and still repaired by this words, Am holding my faith in my hands and the pain in this world is shaking it loose. I trust and I know I'll be strong in Faith and won't remain in this waste that has being for many years.

    Sambasy thanks for this thoughtful morning you just inspired.

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  2. Unknown14 July 2020 at 09:30

    I have been doing it for many years doesn't mean it's the correct or right thing,may the Holy Spirit redirect our paths.

    Thanks dear for these refreshing messages devoid of worldly flare the world craves.

    God bless you

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  3. Winifred14 July 2020 at 18:40

    Thanks Sam...... So thoughtful

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  4. Ade8 August 2020 at 09:58

    Awesome words of wisdom

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  5. SENAMI HODONU8 August 2020 at 16:39

    I must drop the things he hates and be more like him. That everything I do be to his glory, nothing more and less.

    Samuel, you're one of my favorite poets thank you for portraying the gospel in this gift too. God bless you.

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