The purpose of life, I mean.
In case you have wondered why the rambling string of days making up a life were caused,
Or initiated,
Or sustained:
The purpose is praise.
You see, praise has always existed,
Eternally,Forever in the past and forever into the future.
Praise within God,
Praise of God,
By God.
When you are the Ultimate Good, you celebrate yourself,
Adore yourself, Praise yourself.
Is it egotistical to want others to love you if you know that loving you is the best way to find peace?
Is it selfish to desire praise if you know that through praising, others find joy?
Is it arrogant to crave a perfect friendship with someone knowing it will bring them fulfilment?
The Father loves the Son,
The Son admires the Spirit,The Spirit adores the Father,
The Father loves the Spirit,
The Spirit admires the Son,
The Son adores the Father.
The purpose is praise.
A circle of adoration.A community of admiration filling the past, present and future in this universe and beyond.
Our purpose is praise,
Invited into the circle,
The circle of adoration.
The Son left the circle,
Came to earth,Lived perfectly, suffered God’s punishment for the world’s filth, re-entered the circle.
His scarred hands are open,
Taking ours and pulling,
Pulling us in.
‘All the world's a stage’,
We act to impress or distress the Director,Who guides, teaches, instructs and applauds a life well lived; a play for His pleasure.
When the curtain falls,
We wonder the meaning,
Whether it was well-received, whether we did our best.
We learn our performance,
Our rehearsed lines,Our singing voice did not matter as much as the Director’s name stamped across the page of the programme.
His name guarantees success,
Acceptance,
Applause, and the invitation to join Him forever and ever.
Our purpose is praise,
Entering the circle,Pulling others in with us to share the adoration, the joy, the meaning.
Using our stage to attract,
Invite,
Magnetise our audience to the Director, the King, the Father whose circle of adoration is open.
Our purpose is praise.
Praise has always exsisted. Love it! Could there be much more wonderful things to dwell on than praising our Closest Friend, Father, Saviour, Holy God?!! Thanks Linds xx
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