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A well expressed poem. Beautifully crafted.

Sometimes we feel its good that we don't know things at thay time, but afterwards we come to know by then it has already passified.

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.'....your words are really good in these lines.