With My Last Breath
Sentenced to life — will it be light or dim?
Always and forever will you follow Him?
Lavished love was spent in blood, on the cross,
Vindicating the lost, draining the dross.
Afterlife’s never been too far away!
Therefore, dear children, look to heaven’s peak.
Insolence won’t gift you the prize that you seek.
Onward march on your quest, knocking down doors
Never sought before, until salvation is yours.
If chains can be unlocked, why not today?
Buckle your knees while there’s still time to pray.
6/20/2018
Barden’s My Muse, Mortal Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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