The day I shall rise,
even unto paradise.
Where the moon is gone,
and the sun is done.
Then I shall smile,
seeing the plants near nile,
screaming Halleluyah in Unison.
Cos I seeked first the son.
But Now wait I say,
I need to multiply my pay.
For there are souls as salt, that are lost as dust.
I plea ye give your life to
christ.
You yell, 'Get lost!'
The irony, 'Who is really lost?!'.
For now this is my Thirst.
For so horrible it shall be,
when Blokes shall cry for their deeds,
and Dames for their needs.
Oh, how sad it shall be.
This is but my plea,
That ye seek him.
While he may be found.
Stop being a bloodhound!
YOU ARE READING
The truth
PoetryIt's very simple; there's a God, and He truly cares for us. It might not be obvious, but believe me, it's there! John 3:16 So this is me spreading the gospel through the inspiration from the Holy Spirit via poetry. Thanks for reading. God bless yo...
