
In a universe of wind, we are but ash cast upon the gentle breeze,
A speck of dust, a fleeting moment in time, with no guarantees.
From birth to ash.
Yet, do not let this thought break you. God aids the helpless soul,
He mends the broken heart, granting eternal life, and makes us whole.
Through generations.
In a world adrift, on the wind, he gathers the ash, the lost souls He seeks to save,
As love divine flows like the currents of the wind, like an endless wave,
God’s embrace.
Yet we must not forget, that judgment awaits those who turn away
from Jesus Christ, for he is the truth, the life, the only way.
So, to the perishing,
Let us seize the day and embrace salvation.
Now is the time to make God your foundation.
His love transforms.

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