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    Crowded streets sound with the hunger call;
    Children of God are struggling against a wall.
    A desparate life: “leave the children alone!”
    Severely aching souls crave to return home.

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    Crowded streets sound with the hunger call;
    Children of God are struggling against a wall.
    A desparate life: “leave the children alone!”
    Severely aching souls crave to return home.

    Some beggar…chances to scrounge for food,
    Like an isolated stranger–with nothing to do.
    Gather a society of citizens, just as he needs,
    To encourage an improvement, after he feeds.

    Total darkness places Heaven out-of-sight;
    Blind children do not realize the law-of-light.
    Holy Order…rules a pattern of eternal worth;
    Man’s system meets many needs–from birth.

    Single persons lack community organization;
    He is minus the rational system for direction.
    He floats through life without some business;
    Except for the misery he finds–in loneliness.

    Do not leave the children forever–to be lost;
    Rally them to a community…with some cause.
    No one can exist under the sun, without sleep;
    He needs a resting place, with victuals to eat.

    The individual cannot constitute a community,
    Inwhich, a system provides everyone security.
    An establishment requires firm citizenship order;
    So needs may be met–by a systematic barter.

    Just as earth measures business with a boast,
    God has a plan…to find children who are lost.
    Imagine God…with no direction for His search;
    Or, a chaotic business…in His principal church.

    To maintain a world, there is business galore;
    It will all vanish, so that, it functions no more.
    Resurrect the dead, then order must continue;
    God’s children will realize: the old world is new.
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  • Unwind a habit…
    on a spool of spending;
    Incessant gain…
    is never ending!

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    Unwind a habit…
    on a spool of spending;
    Incessant gain…
    is never ending!

    Through life’s journey…
    on a spending need;
    Gaining the power…
    to rear a noble breed.

    Such a habit of gain…
    may clutter the soul;
    Until, all is lost…
    and friends turn cold.

    In poverty’s life,
    time breeds a habit;
    By an ominous noose,
    the brave endures it.

    Mortal’s craft unwinds
    a glorious pain;
    Brave souls will break
    the habit of gain.

    Poor nobility,
    where is thy token?
    Oh heaven, receive
    a gain that’s broken.
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