Where to begin, theres much to say,
I pray Father, there's much dismay.
For all of you, who don't believe,
because idols, money and greed,
have blocked your sight, of Heaven's door,
I've done research, and my heart tore,
when I had read, what we had done,
to our Savior, God's only son.
A picture formed, him on the cross,
people mocking, as he STILL fought,
for ALL our sins, of ALL the world,
Tears from his heart, he proudly wore,
above his head, a storm then formed.
He looked above, out loud he cried,
God turned his back, then Jesus died,
I felt helpless, then inside me,
a poetic soul, that finally sees.
this gift from God, once I explored,
witnessed his power, now can't ignore.
Stubborn we are, but God forgives,
we don't deserve, where Jesus lives.
Some say's not fair, what's done is done,
why are WE judged, on what's to come.?
We havn't changed, just look around,
money and greed, corrupted towns.
Entertainment that, makes up our mind,
brainwashed results, the world's decline.
Children dying, from guns and booze,
the choice of life, mother's now choose,
Not helping out, a soul in need,
just like the ones, that watched Him bleed.
we've done so much, but He's still here,
offers his love, when in dispair,
And one more thing, shame on us all,
for cursing God, when things go wrong,
we all forget, we have OUR voice,
to make a change, or give a choice.
Yet CAN accept, the blessings of,
your creature, the one TRUE God,
but when things start, to fall apart,
so quick to blame, and shut your heart
I've seen it all, the good and bad,
true-est of love, suicidal ends.
But they live on, within our hearts,
teaches our minds, gives us the smarts,
that makes us strong, so we can live,
try to forget, and to forgive.
What others do, can make us cry,
give up on life, and try to hide.
Just overcome, and understand,
your place 'n part, God's perfect plan,
and all he asks, is for your time,
to talk with him, when things are fine,
instead we wait, 'till things go wrong,
as it appears, that God is gone,
but he stayed there, not moved an inch,
'twas you who left, and back again.
I know some will, set it aside,
"Ill do it later, when I have time.",
Those who now, refuse to see,
will at the gates, in front of thee,
come running but, will come late,
God will have closed, and locked the gates.
You'll ask to be, let in ahead,
in hope escape, a hell you dread.
his long white robe, you'll try and reach,
He'll turn to you, and then he'll speak,
"I've always been, right beside you,
a loving God, faithfull and true,
I gave you time, to come to me,
what you refused, others did see,"
And with that said, he'll turn away,
leave your soul to, a fire-ry grave.
You still want proof? Open your your eyes,
emotions where, the answer lyes.
We're to perfect, our thumbs and toes,
the human mind, what one can know.
Power of love, and in our words,
eternity, we now deserve,
because he suffered, and took our place,
we now can meet, at Heaven's gate.
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Keith A. Lynema