Hey all
Looking for your fav song to listen to during the sunset. My two favs are
Who Knows - Daniel Caesar
Creep Acoustic - Radiohead
Any suggestions
Hey all
Looking for your fav song to listen to during the sunset. My two favs are
Who Knows - Daniel Caesar
Creep Acoustic - Radiohead
Any suggestions
A very common argument against Christianity from atheists is “if God is all loving why did he make sin,” and the common response is “He didn’t make sin, sin is a byproduct of our rebellion from God.”
So how is it that God created everything, the Heavens and the Earths, you and me, but sin magically popped into existence? He created the fruit of knowledge which held sin in it so obviously He had to have made sin
I think about this a lot, going through this thread I picked up on some of the pranks the ffs will pull on the rookie (smoke bender, emergency start a circular saw on the ground). If I already know these are pranks and someone tells me to do it, is it better to just go along with it and act like they pranked me or straight up say “you ain’t gonna fool me”?
I wrote this in a matter of a couple minutes, a lot of emotions I needed to get out. I’ve been moving all around the country for many reasons; school, work, family. I’d love some feedback, or comments on how it made you feel!
I feel like I havent really had a home in a while cause I keep moving about,
The birds do it all the time, but they don't seem to pout.
We’re all still under he same sun and moon it's just,
Mine rises while theirs is already past noon.
I have all the time in the word and none at the same time,
I'm trying to do everything as the bell of age chimes.
Then when I have to move again it'll be with gratuities,
Cause I can’t complain about not having time when I’ve prayed for opportunities.
I still keep in touch with old friends who I love and cherish,
Their reciprorating love is the only way my sanity will replenish.
Then when I have to leave my new friends it'll be with gratuities,
Because I'll always get to carry a piece of their personalities.
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