Remember your creator

 

                  Reading: Ecclesiastes 12 vs 1-7

                   Key verse: 1

 

Always be in remembrance of this: You were created by the Almighty God and every moment of your life should be lived for His own glory alone. A life lived outside the scope of His plan, purpose for your life is worthless as the word worthless is.

 Are you still in your youthful age? Having that vigor, valor and might? Use it to serve your creator because a time comes when all the things that strikes your fancy, tickles your rib will means nothing.

 

Those that remember and do follow to the end will surely without any doubt be with the Father in Heaven bye and bye.

 

Without much ado I will like to leave you with this below. Take your time to think on it and I pray to the creator, Almighty God to grant you understandings of the wordings.

                           Remember

 

It didn’t blow out of the moon or from the heat of wantonness.

It was more than that. The current was drilling so hard with a vast magnitude of strength, ravaging and desirous for more.

It was apocalyptic,

 and as its toll began to script on them, weariness besieged with a message, a timely one.

It trumpeted its voice in a tune that defiled nature.

 One after the other the melody turned them into dancers.

“Not now!” One of them objected. His voice now so bosoming, yet powerful enough to reach them but the walls of weariness were so strong, so impregnable.

They cracked spilling off their yolks and albumen to the raging storm.  His eyes beheld and became that of a neonate, a pricked one.

But unlike them, he resisted. It was of remembrance, interlaced, carefully embroidered with an immeasurable prize, a one of an immortality.

In a wearied mind and cracked strength, he broke forth through the gates of the storms, unlocked the door of the whirl wind, that lead a path to the mountain peak.

Being in possession of the key that will grant him a passage, an audience into an immortality; he descended, heart a full with rivers of joy that breaks bounds.

Suddenly he was halted by a voice from a shadow, a silhouette.

“The rest, where are they? What happened to them?”

“They forgot.”

 

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