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Moving through the universe,
This world has got to spin.
The years go fast.
You've got to laugh;
To nothing can we cling -
Nothing but our inner Self
And the Lord within.
Days become years
And life's not clear
Unless we turn to Him.
Why the constant spinning?
Why does life move fast?
We should all be singing,
And our essence we should grasp.
Why were we created?
What's the point of life?
We're created to be elated
As we rid our minds of strife.
As we dissolve the given universe
Another one appears.
We see God's face,
And all His grace,
As Truth, itself, comes near.
Then we know life's purpose
Is for God to remember God.
You're one with God.
Though this concept's hard,
You should constantly turn to Him.
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