Seeking pure Heaven, God’s careful inclusion,
Persists above vice, might lead to confusion.
We’re rank to display any obvious wrongs -
Prayer is most certain, as we praise through His songs.
Goals too transparent, we must stridently treasure;
A status so grim that we won’t seize much pleasure.
As time marches on, every means to an end
Offers little advantage, and our visions must bend.
Just raise up a beacon, God’s still in command -
Those powerful visions might purposely land
Amongst His sweet kindness, His almighty granting;
A soul thusly waned from the seeds He is planting.
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