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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bowing humbly, before "The Father of Light!" That I could gather in, the four corners of the earths wind To spread them out as a garment, before their vision As the stars within the firmament, across the night skies Transcending, this place and time.... These billowing clouds, that have showered these eyes! While I stand upon eternities edge Looking across this chasm, and down, into the valley below The piteous pangs of reverberating echoes, wistfully crying Pleading with Heavens, heart and soul To release their spirits, from this anguish inside This house of torment, that has marked their lives.... My outstretched hands, beckoning to the four winds To gather them in, before the end of days, forever arrives? My moment, my existence, my breath and my life Standing, with "Jesus Christ!" Speaking of tales, into my soul which has crossed Long ago, this barrier of flesh and bone.... Nothing has changed-it has always been the same From the days of Cain, unto this moments final edge Where upon We now stand, facing this wall of tumultuous tides Blackened curtains, of darkness' forever veiled desires Permeating, with showers of lightning, amid their approaching plight.... While the 'Children of Promise,' longingly await These forever breakings, of histories fetters and chains That have shackled their souls, unto the thorns of fate? 'Heavens Mighty Angels,' forever closing, 'This Book' That has dissolved within my hands As the 'Sprinkling of Blood,' trickled, upon my opened palms.... Above this valley, these outstretched arms, 'Nailed to "The Cross"' Standing with "Christ," and the 'Prophets of "Light!"' The 'Children of Tomorrow,' now, gathering in these four winds From the corners of this place-to cast them into their eyes The eye of the storm, that lies ahead.... Forever extinguishing its fire, within its smoldering ashes, of smoke Which shall never henceforth, ever, rise again!? As "The Precious Blood," trickles upon the valley Of times endless sea of "Souls" Echoing no more, with sounds of sorrow-'Paradise Restored' In "The Land of The Living".... To cast 'This Spear,' into the heart of the shadows, darkened demise! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {"Bright Light"}
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