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YOU ASK ABOUT MY ANCESTORS
 

 
You ask about my ancestors.
Only God knows who they really were.
Until lately, I haven't thought much about it.

A little more, I'd like to know.
Somethings, I don't need to know.
Kind of like, who runs the show?

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Be that as it may, their life is over.
O some of my family have been bad apples.
Understanding this, I don't want to see what others hve done.
To be in God,s presence is all I want to be.

My God is sufficient for me.
You can consider this as reality.

Ancestors don't predict the kind of person I will be.
No one knows the possibility.
Come to the knowledge of truth.
Everyone has a choice to make.
So live and let live for goodness sake.
Tomorrow, we have eternity.
Only what's done today and tomorrow will count for us.
Redeemed or not, we will answer to God.
So it really dosn't matter who our ancestors were.



My Ancestors

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By poetalthomas

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