...That Disbelief Is a Settled Matter?
Hearts that have never loved before,
can't taste a gratuitous tenderness;
and they lament why they haven't been blessed!
They have wrestled and lost that grip on growth,
and with a gravelly voice,they grumble...
to allow grudge guard them against hurt:
miserably failing to consider
evidence with excessive cupidity;
grinding their teeth, and swelling with
ignorance to defend their culpable irony:
would they ever admit or agree...
that disbelief is a settled matter?
The thirsty souls never exhaust their search
to invigorate an existence that exercises caution,
to exhort praise and excel without evoking regrets;
be exiguous,never detestable or hide emotion:
bear witness and disinter any probable doubt...
be ready to withstand the wind-storms
that come violently to subjugate a mischievous spirit;
but the astute one is not persuaded by urge,
to exude that extreme joy which repulses each
false thought that disbelief is a settled matter!
A good father treats his kids equally and fairly,
and shows enthusiasm to revel in their their triumph;
so does God...to restore confidence in us, not confine it!
A rebellious soul is lost,if it relinquishes its claim
to be saved when circumstances are favorable; no light
can be incandescent, if it lacks heat,
and an impure heart doesn't feel the necessity to thrive...
until is forced to lie down and slowly die!
How can anyone fail through faith,
and truly be convinced that
disbelief is a settled matter...
which can,somehow,cause more fear and despair!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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