Salvation

Has your name been spoken behind walls you have never stepped
Has your life has been punished for promises that were never kept
Will the truth be documented with recordings made
Will you seek revenge, for debts that were never paid

If our time here is short, then how should we live and behave
If our actions are watched, can we still take secrets to the grave
If no questions are asked then how can answers be sought
Does our savior see all and know every thought

How can some see and still not believe
Can there be any truth from those who deceive
Did God rest on the seventh, or could there have been an eighth
Can you have complete trust without having any faith

Do you believe in God or a guarded pearly gate
Is there life after death, what could possibly be our fate
What exactly do we miss every time that we blink
Now please take a moment, look around and think
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Parker Avatar
April 22, 2024 at 6:59 PM
He who is without sin, cast the first stone...
Lane Avatar
April 22, 2024 at 12:43 PM
You've asked many important questions in your exploration into salvation. Seek and you shall find... hopefully. Your rhymes are a credit to your poetic skill. You've been missed here, and I say that after not hanging around the soup much lately either.
Allison Avatar
April 21, 2024 at 10:36 AM
A thought provoking piece Mark, I have to admit i don't have any particular faith but i respect those who do, and after my husband's cancer I can only agree time here is limited and I intend to enjoy every second:-) hugs jan xx
Koplin Avatar
April 21, 2024 at 4:11 PM
Absolutely!!
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