Lost

June 4, 2009
By rachelfrk SILVER, Conroe, Texas
rachelfrk SILVER, Conroe, Texas
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yesterday, today, and forever
constant, unchanging, and yet...
minute, hour, and second
dependent on the people
reliant on the culture
not similar, varying, different
sinful, human, wrong, Ha!
surface not yet scratched
slimy, filthy, worthless
yet atonement? grace?
His Blood. That Blood-
is this life? But wait!
Remember? colors, seconds, lights
important? decide now.
how? agreement lost.
how? consistancy dead.
you don't change, but...
we do, so where are you?

The author's comments:
This is a poem about one of my major questions in life after I did a project about Emily Dickinson and talked to my friend Kate. The question is not a doubt in God but rather a doubt in the people who have messed up so badly.

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on Oct. 14 2009 at 6:12 pm
hey_itskatelyn PLATINUM, Willis, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
“God, of your goodness, give me yourself; you are enough for me, and anything less that I could ask for would not do you full honour. And if I ask anything that is less, I shall always lack something, but in you alone I have everything”

wow, jazz. This is awesome and super deep. I love it a lot. I havent been on teenink in forever, so i wanted to get on and read your stuff:) great job




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