This Finite World
Sometimes the weight of this world is so heavy.
This world that claims that here and now are all there is,
This world that murmur lies incessantly in my ears.
But the truth,
The truth,
I must remember the truth.
My home is not here.
It is with You.
These things.
This earth.
It will all pass away,
And You shall guide us into the end of days.
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