A LIFE WITHOUT PURPOSE

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To live here on earth as a pilgrim
Is in a way to live  life with a purpose
You are on a mission
With an assignment that is unique and clear
Fixing your eyes on your goal
Is to over look and ignore every anxiety
That usually over burden men of this earth
Which always stands in the way of fulfilling purpose
There is only  one we are answerable to
In a place that is our final destination
Some once on the right path of life
Can easily and quickly be lured away
By the so many vanities that lay beneath
But with our heart lifted up unto our final abode
And looking not on to petty cravings of the flesh
Only then shall we easily overcome
A life without purpose.
BY   JENNIFR  WALTER             


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