July 31, 2017                 #2

#1033
7-30-2017

A small measure of peace
A tiny part of the golden fleece
What awaits thee in Heaven above
Dwell forever in the Father's love
What for some an easy thing to attain
But for many must suffer in pain
To rise within all grace
One must let all remain in this place
You have lived and loved in calm and storm
For you are no longer in human form
Take nothing with you but faith and joy
Be as thee were, little girl or boy
To the heavens to be as one
No pain and suffering, journey done
Many go about their busy day
Accumulating things along the way
Serving no purpose for all is His
"Why?" you ask, it just is
Seek the things unseen to eyes
Believe in He, soul never dies
By the path of His choosing
Not the ones you are using
One of redemption, not of loss
A saved soul gathers no moss
"To thyself be true," is true indeed
Trust in the Father for all you need
Wants, desires, lustful ambition
Fall to the darkness, high attrition
You who despair of losing all you've got
In eternity thy soul shall rot
Pointless wanderings, pointless deeds
Ignoring the Words, all the seeds
Truthful chatter, descends like rain
Washes away all sadness and pain
Pay attention, for all around
Rages a battle without any sound
Soon to flow over into visible space
Signaling an end to man's present race
Do you doubt of what is said?
Are you one of the walking dead?
To your grave of eternal darkness
Suffer forever in utter starkness
Such a simple choice to be made
Debts forgiven or those to be repaid
I of lightful spirit and being
Cannot believe all I am seeing
Such vanity and sin, hate and discord
Failure to heed even a single Word
Cast aside like daily trash
Or bought and sold for Caesar's cash
What was given was all for free
When I was nailed upon the tree (Jesus)
   When I hung upon the tree  (Judas)
Used and tricked by trusting in man
All happened according to plan
Certain Words were left unsaid
Few since then ever read
Truth shall be revealed at last
Once the final die is cast
To their doom the great deceptors
Souls of theirs not Light receptors
Glory rides a pale white horse
All proceeds on final course
Tim to complete your final road
By your side to carry load
Those of past whom thou has loved
Friends, family and wedding gloved
All to aid and to protect
Demonic forms they do detect
None shall stop for course is true
I always knew what dwelt in you.....

GOD BLESS!  JESUS IS MARVELOUS!