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Language of the Angels

impossi ble
and yet so much more
huge on a whole different level
the size to hold pleiades in his hand
how could they even communicate with us

And then again why would God need to talk
But then how?
What they are, we have no words
They are indescribable
They are unthinkable
And that is it
And he is love
And he is power
And glory
And everything great

He is what we need to copy
Just to live our lifes
He is perfect
And the alpha and omega
In him there is life
Without him nothing

His strengths are endless
But then why
Why did he create us
For we can only let him down

Its because he wanted someone to love
Even though are many let downs
He loves us all just the same

Submitted: Sunday, August 09, 2009
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  • Melody Song (8/12/2009 1:03:00 PM)

    You did a great job on this. My friends and I have thought why so many times and you gave a great answer. :) (Report) Reply

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