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How Does the Soul Enter Heaven
Though earthly life, as we all know, is full of strife, Like most of men, I am in love with my life. I know, on earth we are only interim passengers, And cannot be here for ever as we are God’s cavaliers. Despite my soul’s longing to step on the Heavenly shore, To enjoy all the grace and bliss kept in store, I don’t wish to shed my earthly existence, And death, I try to prevent with all my persistence. Alas! Days wither as petals from a flower. Time draws near, when before death, I must cower. My days here are growing shorter than I think And I am briskly moving to my life’s brink, When death’s noose strangles me tighter Oh God, before you, I have only one prayer. Don’t turn your back on me, when with Satan I fight. And don’t allow me to be subdued by his might. I deem my soul to be of priceless worth, To be harbored in Heaven after my life on earth. Oh Lord, from all diabolic forces, as I try to wrest, Help me pass the final test to bide in your heavenly nest. When I shed my earthly load and bid goodbye, I shall be as light as a feather and soar high. Thus, from my body, when my soul shall depart, Pick me up and hold me in your hands never to part. I dream of being wafted up by the heavenly throng, To dwell in glory and lulled to rest by the angel’s song. I shall then look upon my Savior’s shining face, And shall thank Him for His benign saving grace! Feb. 3.2023 How Does the Soul Enter Heaven Poetry Contest Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
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