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elohimrules
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How great this little bird be
Steadily holding onto the tree, whilst the wind tries to carry him away.
He doesn’t worry about heaven nor hell,
He just knows he must make his home and sing his song.
Where does this sweet soul go when he dies?
Will he be annihilated for not being self-aware?
Maybe to him it won’t matter,
Because he never knew.
Of a place called heaven nor hell.
Of this, certainly he was not aware.
God full of compassion, love, and mercy
Saw him gently drift up.
This little bird whilst upon his way, finds greener grass, and brighter flowers which do not fade.
On his little tree branch he sits,
Gently singing even more sweeter his song.
Whilst the Lord adds jewels to his body and beautiful plumed feathers so long.
I just wrote this while sitting on my front porch
Steadily holding onto the tree, whilst the wind tries to carry him away.
He doesn’t worry about heaven nor hell,
He just knows he must make his home and sing his song.
Where does this sweet soul go when he dies?
Will he be annihilated for not being self-aware?
Maybe to him it won’t matter,
Because he never knew.
Of a place called heaven nor hell.
Of this, certainly he was not aware.
God full of compassion, love, and mercy
Saw him gently drift up.
This little bird whilst upon his way, finds greener grass, and brighter flowers which do not fade.
On his little tree branch he sits,
Gently singing even more sweeter his song.
Whilst the Lord adds jewels to his body and beautiful plumed feathers so long.
I just wrote this while sitting on my front porch