What you feel, go on and feel. If you can't feel Him? He is just not meant for you. If He doesn't talk to you,if you have never heard His voice, I'm sorry that is your lost.
Frankly, I don't think you were listening. You are so busy trying to be perfect for you fellow man. You know he is a liar, a hypocrite, changes his mind with the wind. Is always secretly glad to see any one's failure.
You know they hate and begrudge you. The worse are the ones that refuse to study, flat refuse to listen.
It is your fault. You told the hard headed heifer to not go out and bring home babies made out of wed-lock. She did. You surprised her with a shower. Now you are amazed and confused as you babysit, buy pampers, milk. Constantly advise, watch keenly from your side eye.
The babies keep coming. She won't say out of the club. You love the babies. But you are old. You live on a fixed income. You love the babies. She won't listen. The babies keep coming. Nothing is her fault. You discover that it is your fault. You never warned, you let …
You pray; "Dear LORD …no more babies."
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