the things we hang on to

Kind words
A helping hand
A kind deed
Friendliness
Sacrifice

We truly live by these.

help me

I am mortal man, and I cannot fully see. I stretch out my legs. They are a gift from God. With them I live, I worship. Help me God, for it is you I reach out for. Never hide your face again. You may lose me, and I you.

then why not then

A child of God I am. It would sound the better in a Hebrew tongue. I could list my faults but it would be unbaptised. I am self-righteous. I take an age to understand when I do wrong, when God above understood the right way ever. The fire of the spirit is upon my tongue. It burns slowly and it fires up when injustice shows itself. But I believe I am weak. This is my weakness. With time my flame will burn stronger.

What is all this talk of flame? Well, the beasts are not engaged in any such debate. Will I look back on my words and cry 'Fool!'. No, I will do no such thing. I will see the good for I am WISE. I confess that the way of the Father is right. I will confess it until I expire. And I am not sad or bitter that God has made me mortal, for he would not have made me at all if he were not righteous.