THE SEVENTH DAY
It started out so peaceful
It was God's Sabbath's rest
No work to be done in it
Just to keep it Holy, blessed.
But someone picked forbidden fruit
And ate of it; a mortal sin
Much to their shame and all good things
The day was cursed and all therein.
Eternally to dwell in dark
Locked in time and out of reach
A hell from which none could escape
A abyss, no ladder's length could breach.
Light fled that frozen habitat
Where the hopeless dwell and chaos rule
Where the pitch of darkness grew so black
A pit no pendulum could move.
So time refused to hear their cry
For a new day to come and vanquish this
And many sought a way to die
Death turned it's back to their request.
Oh, who is able to please Great God
And pay the ransom it would cost
No one was found, not one availed
It seemed to all that all was lost.
Yet a sacrifice was offered up
So pleasing in it's selflessness
The cause of which was wonderful
And able, yes, to stand the test.
And God did quickened certain ones
On whom the wicked could do no work
It was a glorious trump of God
When Jesus Christ came down to earth.
Now we can walk a better path
And hope one day to gain all truth;
The paradise we lost back then
Retract the hell that sin let loose.
August 21, 2016
Copyright © Reta Pruitt | Year Posted 2016
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