Dwelling in this ephemeral habitation
Full of filth, war and innumerable evils
Yet, a façade of perfection is portrayed by the god of this earth
Setting a fixed gaze on the eternal
Focusing only on the true perfection
The only true HOME
This home supersedes imaginations
The greatest of scholars and the wisest of men can only try to imagine
Nothing can be compered to it , it is PERFECT
This city does not need sun or moon for light , the Lamb is it's lamp.
Thee is no night
Nothing impure dirty or defiled will enter it.
This is the city of Gold, purer than all golds
The celestial city , the city of precious jewels
Precious stones for its foundation
It is the home of excellent perfection
The home of indescribable magnificence
Imagination is just too shallow.
Lexicon and lexical structures are useless in describing this city.
Stop!... Think!....
Of what profit would it be to gain this ephemeral decay at the expense of eternal perfection
Of what profit would it be to neglect the sacrifice of the Lamb.
Clutching the passport of His sacrifice
Levitating on Grace, mercy and love
Soaring in the secret place of the most High
Crucifying the flesh
Sacrificing little me for awesome Him
Against all forces and struggles
Pressing on to attain my crown
What about you ?
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Broken
Poetrywhen pain pushes you to a breaking point, you either give up or keep on struggling. even when you're broken and shattered, you've got someone waiting.
