The fear of death: that's a thing.
There is a death: it has a sting.
Not the first
We should fear;
But the second, for those with an ear-
As a people have we gone astray:
Death is nothing!
They may say..
Like energy reforming;
Restoration of power;
Divine awakenings;
Come to the hour:
The books are opened;
He sits on the throne;
And all of our secrets to the light are exposed;
When those not written in the book of life..
Will understand fear.
The word has gone out:
Deception abounds;
In the fear of the Lord
Redemption is found.
Where do you find it?
I've heard it proclaimed!
By the precepts of man they bring them to shame..
The God of all creation searches the heart, understanding our fragility, offering a new start..
He is all knowing, there's nowhere to hide
Knocks once, knocks twice,
If we don't answer we die.
If we seek him and let him in, he brings repentance, and casts our sin.
The heart is deceitful above all things: and desperately wicked.
What joy He brings!
His yoke is easy, and his burden is light...
He calls his children
In them he delights.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 20th, 2024 07:48
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Good write 2.
The finality of the second death is a knell that rings loud and clear!
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