Scared Into Heaven

rpgiii

Lately, about the meaning of life, I often wonder,

Pondering the servitude of my given purpose,

Kept above, and conversely, from buried under,

This earth alive still six feet above the surface.

 

The answers I seek I’ll have to dig much deeper,

Twice I found myself staring right at deaths door,

On the other side standing tall the Grim Reaper,

Wanting desperately the soul he lost once before,

 

Again forced away furious and empty handed,

Not to be denied a third chance he gave his word,

Eventually he’ll get exactly what he demanded,

To consider anything less would be absurd.

 

Patiently waiting, when finally a time we’ll speak,

Trying hard to keep myself from being consumed,

By dangerous rhetoric used to control the weak,

So they may fear life and its impending doom.

 

Now the reason God saw fit that I should stay,

As I ascend into heaven I hear him loud and clear,

It was death, from me you’ve been kept away,

The thought of dying crippled you with fear.

 

Enough fear helped you escape the Reaper,

Unbelievable, I watched you easily do it twice,

In turn, accepting me as your Lord & Holy Savior,

Devoting your love in the name of Jesus Christ.

  • Author: rpgiii (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2020 02:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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