A Glance Into My Mind

The Gospel Poem

I wrote this poem in the middle of a school assembly,

it struck me,

he loves me.

I did not write this poem to indoctrinate your minds to the Christian way,

I mean not to convert,

only to explain.

i came to tell of the one who was alive, but not known,

who has died and come to life,

the one with the name the whole world knows.

the one who changed the world,

opened heaven to the people,

took away all of our blame.

i came to tell the story of the man who saved my life,

the man who saved millions

the man who made millions

the man who loves us as his children,

because we are.

I came to speak of God, the holy spirit, and the son.

god made the world in loneliness,

he made the world in love,

he made all of the life on earth,

and all the heavens above.

then he made us, the human race,

we are like him,

because he made us so.

he loved us dearly

but let us go.

he.honoured our will,

because we chose to leave,

but he watched us closely,

and saw that we alone could not succeed.

we need our creator

we were drowning in the world,

sinning at every chance,

believing all the lies we heard.

we fell to temptation

and lived our lives according to ourselves,

until the day that jesus came,

and all our sins were forgiven.

he gave his life

he was crucified,

and all he asks is we believe him.

god wants to get to know his children,

he wants to have this conversation

to all the Christians in the world,

I urge you now,

don't wait to grow old.

pray, read the word, go to church, and rejoice!

and for you that are not,

those who live in the old world,

not by location or time, but by choice.

I ask you one question, just one, here tonight.

if what I say is true, and my god really loves,

if he made you some years ago,

from far up above,

why not take the chance,

get to know him,

and if what I say is true you'll go to heaven,

but if you don't believe so,

and i know some of you do not,

then my god says you'll be lonely in hell,

not hurt and or hot.

hell is not fire or torture,

whips, hooks, or chains

it is being alone for all time,

with no entertainment,

everything stays the same.

to end my poem speech and sermon, ill recap one thing, the god of our universe, made no one the same. he'll love you forever, even if you do not know him a day, but he wants you to know him, more than anything.