Clifford Grant' Profile

Can you picture him sitting by a heavenly sea,
Robes snow white and hands gentle as can be,
Sketching His plan to make stars, planets, you and me.
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Fleeting through the skies never to tire like daggers made of fire,
Clashing and colliding like thunder casting mountains assunder,
War pours out from heaven on man the damage times seven.
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Melancholy rhythms of music melodiously mesh in my mind,
While my heart feels ache for reasons it can’t explain to me,
Every where I look I feel I am staring and yet somehow blind,
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Did I not say that He would do this, was it not obvious?
I saw them coming, yet you be-stilled me embracing the lie!
Will you grovel at the feet of these pets in their spherical sty?
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My heart is merry once more,
My mind is singing at the door,
My eyes are smiling at the floor,
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In pieces we gather the shards of a broken heart, like a stain glass window decimated upon the ground where it shattered. Light still twinkles with life in each particle as the sun pours over the ruin. We gather the love turned to hurt cast down from grace and wonder how it came to this? And wonder if God or life or miracles could ever undo the damage in the torn breast of our soul! 

Releasing a reverberating whimper resonant in our chest from the long hours we have wept, a pain in our throat and heart pr*ck a dry tear from an eye. Tiredness and hopelessness stalk like a shifting shadow lurking and weighting over our back... God help! is all we can muster or even think. Climbing into bed and embrace a cushion near at hand. "oh God help my broken life to make it through the day, how can this ever be healed". But somehow hope is irrepressible and though but a flicker remains it is all one can discern in the mirky darkness that the future holds. "God! I don't know what tomorrow holds, but I know You hold tomorrow". Sleep takes us and a tear dampened pillow embraces our mind and allows us to know no more for a spell. 
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To die is it? Then why and how does death find us?
Perhaps... I venture a guess only, perhaps...in matters unseen either quite by accident or of vague intention,
We step into the fullness of life's secrets for this world and so perish for the lack of the lack of knowledge?
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Odus! Awake from your wretched slumber you foul spirit of hate!
I have a charge you will act upon with out delay or excuse,
There is one entering the world of men within the hour of this date,
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See him suspended there glorious and bright,
His light hard as iron and heart black as night;
His inclinations jet toward God's throne,
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Beloved Angelo have you heard the rumours this day?
Seth our precious brother is siding with the fray!
Treason is in the air and traitors multiply by the hour!
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