It's all you. What can man do?
Without you there's no breath.
No plans to make, no fans, no fakes; to offer an offence.
Freedom isn't lost: it comes with no cost; we just need to pass his test.
To choose is divine, what's yours is mine: hand in hand we ride:
Though troubles come: beloved of one; with you ther is no doubt.
To trust you, my dear: to death us do part: to rise with your glory; shine light in the dark:
You place your signs for all to see: where is the glory? Was that meant to be?
Man is looking: looking away; following idols; blindly engaged:
Man follows man: rooted in vanity; the end result?
Insanity.
Clouding the spirit: darkness it falls: but the light shines in the darkness; and with it he calls:
All who are simple, gather around:
But what has he done?
This only Son:
He's come to call his bride.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Please excuse any mistakes. My phone has a white line down the middle! Just a miners handicap - but I finished before I piddled.
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Comments3
A good poem with an ending question of what has he done. This makes one think with the asking. Well done
Good write 2. Yoohoo, it's me! Now why did I have to turn up with that nutty comment? lol.
My friend, this carries a strong devotional pulse…raw faith, longing, warning, and hope braided together. You write like you’re talking straight to the heart. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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