Failed in My Aspirations

There is no way out to reach the heights

The mountain is  high and unreachable

Its summits are splendour

Teeming with stars of eternity

There is neither death but life

We are astounded by its presence

Let me rest between its gates

Will the gates open for me?

I wait my call to be called

To sit among noble men

women and children of different families

When will l be invited for the

festivities that have awaited me?

The Host is delighted and comforted

As he has been for centuries

Ever stronger and powerful in battle

He has honours not from man

His voice is a voice of thunder

His seat is majestic and not a throne

It has a sound of all hosts even on earth

There I wait to be recalled

From all the work on earth and I am

Judged by all my works on earth.

There are no roads and paths that lead

To my mountain ever far than highest

How will l scale to the mountain?

A man is not judged by his strength

To reach the mountain of hope

Even though we travel abroad

We can't reach it in any way.

It is neither for man, woman and

Child to reach. The host

is incorruptible, fair and has justice

The host has earth to his name

Each guest has a role:

to record work that one has done,

to show how good and positive is

their work, to prove you are upright

and righteous in  your deeds, to receive understanding

and instruction, to work for the kingdom not to fail,

to support it in hard times and for it to cope and stand,

to gather resources to sustain the kingdom, to harvest wheat for the kingdom,

to listen in silence as you praise God

The host for nations has the earth that follows his teachings,

to give gifts and never to receive.