As I become older,
and my strength begins to fade,
and I know that the end,
is near for me,
I will only become bolder,
as the heavens open up.
Jesus, my aid,
is hear for me.
I never once was perfect,
and many storms have come.
Yet, from me,
the Lord has never strayed.
Oh Lord, I may not be worth it.
Still, you paid it with your blood,
and you made all my sins go away.
So as a pilgrim I walked this earth,
and I made a few friends,
Yet, I always was lone and by myself.
Though I always felt your presence.
From dust I came, now back to dirt.
Now I see your scars,
of thorns and of nails.
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: December 8th, 2018 04:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece is quite emotional in a good way. This poem could be considered a letter, a short story, spiritual, reflective, happy, joyous or to some mournful. Either way, when we die, we have a tombstone. On that tombstone it will say the date of birth and death. In between those dates will be a dash. People will see that dash. That dash determines how one lived their life, and may serve as a reminder that we must live our lives righteously for the Lord. Jesus saves. Persistence is key
- Category: Reflection
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