This is our eternity,
We have in fact no end,
And we get to decide entirely
How the rest of it will be spent.
The present moment in the illusion of time
Will not differ much from our lives beyond,
For those who are in God,
There they will remain.
And those who live without,
To that place will be restrained.
The irony of the sacrifice is, that:
Those who give shall find joy in giving,
But those who seek shall never have enough.
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A/N:
This is it everyone! I hope these poems have in one way or another been of some help to you, and most importantly: I hope they have pointed you to Christ, as was my intention from the start.
Jesus is God and He is, at this very moment, knocking at the door of your heart. If you open your heart to Him, He will enter and sup with you, meaning that you will have communion with Him.
Because of sin, humanity has been alienated from God, and has thus died a spiritual death. But God is calling every sinner to repentance, for His word says that He came not to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through Him.
His word says that if you confess that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9)
If you want to start a new life in Jesus today, just repeat this prayer from the bottom of your heart:
Lord Jesus, forgive me for all of my sins. I believe that You died for me, and resurrected on the third day. Please, come live in my heart. Mold me to Your will, as a potter does a piece of clay. I accept You as my Lord and Savior. God, thank you for your grace. In Jesus' name. Amen.
Congratulations! You have now started on a new journey and I promise you, you won't regret it! This is, however, only the start. It is essential that you'd read the bible and pray daily and look for a church near your home that preaches Jesus as God, so you can get to know Him better.
And to everyone - if you liked these poems, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd vote/comment/share.
And if there's any questions at all about these poems, the Christian faith or anything at all or maybe if you just need someone to listen to you, don't hesitate to inbox me.
Grace and peace <3
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Clay
PoetryA collection of poems flowing like a river from a heart made of clay, as it groans while being molded and when fired, screams in pain; yet rests in the knowledge that the Potter's handiwork will certainly be great.
