I AM
Who is I AM. What is I AM. Where is I AM. How does I AM exist.
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Who is I AM. What is I AM. Where is I AM. How does I AM exist.
#bestofopuss I took the long way to church this morning, down past the old creek. I heard birds chirping and our own choir warming up in the distance.
These days, everybody is worrying about society's opinion on who they are. They are totally consumed in pleasing the world, only to be knocked down by cruel words and painful judgment.
Foreword: I would just like to point out that this is not meant to upset any religious people. I have nothing against religion, although I am not a believer myself.
Do good to your servant according to your word, O LORD Teach me knowledge and good Judgment, For I believe in your commands. Before I was afflicted I went astray, But now I obey your word.
So guys, a card came through my door today... and it said, "What if God does exist?" And it had me think. What if he does. Because nobody really knows...right.
Look, I'm not saying I disrespect Atheists or Agnostics or anything like that. But something is stirring inside of me, and it's something my brain and my heart are telling me to share.
Is it distress then that had brought me to your door. For it wasn't love, that feeling had abandoned me years ago.
Do you believe in life after death. That there's a heaven and hell after your last breath. That life on Earth is just a test. Do you believe that there's only one creator.
Bonjour fasting month. This is the month that all muslims in the world fast - The month that is said to be equal to more than 1000 months. It is during this month that our faith is tested.
I took the long way to church this morning, down past the old creek. I heard birds chirping and our own choir warming up in the distance.
This is a basic summary of my personal philosophy, to some people that I know won't judge me. To start off, I'm a Christian, I'm born and raised in England and I am 13.
Blood,sweat, & tears run down his face along with dirt, shaken up by the bullets wising by, the grenades exploding making rocks jump high, save me, I'm afraid of this war I am to face for my country,...
The rain falls like tears from god washing the sins out of the soul renewing a long lost pact between between man and god.