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The year’s almost gone, And he wonders if he’s done Enough to make someone smile, Or won reason to walk another mile.
Has he done enough To smooth’n the path rough, That his brethren may walk right And discover the reality of the Light??
A year’s time in eternity Spent to determine destiny Of a soul that tried to reach out And tell others what love’s all about.
He has his own flaws, But wit’ his Gift he draws Pictures he is allowed to see For others to know what they’d be.
Pictures of life & nature, Of the past, present & future- He brings to light in his own way, Hoping to sow the seeds in his day.
Seeds of hope he sows In a willing heart who knows How hopeless life could become Once a son leaves his Father’s home.
A prodigal son he’d been, He has suffered great & seen How the good are often led astray By deceptions & lies in shades of gray.
Lies in garb of pleasure, Subtly fed in deadly measure To appease the cravings of habit Whist condemning souls to eternal pit.
Lies of the adversary That waxes controversary In the minds and lives of mortals To lead their heart into standard carnal.
He has chosen to fight Against the lies in His might, That truth’s standard may unfold To fulfill the prophecies of times old.
He hasn’t done enough, But he had chosen to plough Deep into the heart of knowledge, T’at he may live worthy of his gift’d age.
Yes, the year’s almost gone And there’s still a lot to be done Battles & wars to be fought and won And he has decided to keep fighting on.
A Anato Swu