On the Day You Die: Heaven's Reality
Amongst the living
I often feel..
that my life
is..surreal.
Amongst the dead.
I must beware..
These spirits.
they follow me
everywhere.
They speak quite softly.
They complain they can't see.
The light that holds..
Heaven's reality.
I remind them..
They judged..
They lied..
They hated.
They repent
and they say..
their life was
quite jaded.
I can make them believe..
in our Heavenly Father.
For in life
they did not..
bother.
They tell me they
had not a single purpose.
I say, "It's the fact
you were here..to
share with us."
As they start to remember
their happier days..
the light shines through..
The heavenly haze.
They thank me..
as they walk
to the light.
I wish them well,
an say,"Goodnight."
One thing I can say
they all wished
they had..
Believed in our Lord..
Their hearts..
quite sad.
They realized..
they were forgiven,
they become quite humbled.
Their lives..
they saw, had a point..
That is when I mumbled...
"Go to the light..
You've always
been loved.
By Our sweet..
Lord above."
If you don't believe..
He will still wait..
for the day..
you renew your faith.
On the day that you die..
He will make you
live again.
As long as you..
believe in... Him.
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