thoughts of divine

thoughts of mine

Raindrop, how crazy of a thought? I might never feel you again till I drop
and leave this world. You might be the last one to follow me on the road abroad.

We never think of the things all around, as it may be the last time
that we hear that sound, that we see that face. Life just became a never-ending race overnight.

Slow down, slow your pace... Just for a second, get out of that maze, phase.
A maze that "the deceiver" has made for you and me, so we never
realize what we are meant to be, truly... We never
look at what God made, indeed.

We are like mice running around, forgetting about the
upcoming sound, the sound of trumpets... We look at the buildings, bridges, and boats
and get amazed by their architects, of course. Which is fine,
and yeah, they should shine, but what about the One who built the lands
and the sky? The One who gave us a chance to thrive through His unceasing source
of divine grace.

Oceans, mountains, rivers, and trees, everything your eye can conceptualize and sees.
Do you ever ask, who made all of this?
Or is that a question that lost its bliss?

Remember this, everything will pass...
when the One who created it all arrives at last. When those trumpets give the sky a sign
to open its gates for the army of the divine.
The army of angels with Him up in front—
all that accomplishment will be dust in the wind; we sinned.

All that will matter is the state of your soul and your
belief in His word, your belief in His name. Stop for a moment... Think of everlasting life, think
about a force that you belong to and fight at night...

When you lay down and see that stars in
the sky stand where He wants them to be. The sun comes up to shine when it's given a sign, and no
other time.

So don't you worry, dear friend of mine, don't be deceived by the things and the labyrinth of time...
Everything is ruled by the kingdom of the divine...