I am a young woman
I've knocked on hells door
and been returned
I've given up on my life
so my kids may live
and enjoy theirs
I've given unto my husband
so he may lead the
family as the head
Yet i've forgotten
exactly who i am
I use to be
young and full of emotion
I cry at sad movies
laugh at comedies
drink morning coffee
put my pants on
one leg at a time
eat sleep work
the American dream
live one day at a time
waiting on something
better to come along
disappointed at life's
hand that's dealt
because i got the
raw end of the stick again
so i burn the candle at
both ends
feeling the heat as
it takes over my body
with pain
causing another hurdle in life
I am strong
I keep pressing on
head held high
no regrets,
only the courage for
what comes next
To live, to bleed that drop of blood;
To die and wake up at hell’s door;
Something within my soul quakes, reaping the salvation, heaven’s sake;
…before the cord is severed tied;
I whom sinner must repent before I die
I shall resonate repentive-state hell's door heavens space God's grace
3/26/19
The last minute wonder.
The nick of time saviour.
At Hells door I lay.
A willing candidate for destruction.
For I had exhausted my wealth on the acquisition of wild pleasures.
There His grace found me.
Those amazing hands that dragged me back to life.
That love that fed me with the living waters.
That Jesus that transformed me into a living stone.
That Jesus that made me a holy nation.
The God of the last minute.
In total disarray, my life was.
At its lowest ebb, my joy was.
At its dying breath, my faith was.
At a crumbling state, my security was
With a firm padlock, my doors of favour was shut.
I encountered many tragedies,
Tried many remedies.
Ran from pillar to post.
Huge debts, my purse grossed.
To the world, I became a ghost
At the nick of time.
God's favour came.
His blessings rained.
A new song, He put in my mouth.
Olorun Sergio Ramos.
The God of the last minute changed my story.
#Bashorun
Never again will I see the rain cascade in front of me,
never again will I hear a birds gentle melody.
This hole I dug was too deep,
the measurement reading six feet.
I hear the screams of those that came before,
walking straight ahead,
through hells door.
If only you were there
you could've stopped the madness.
My wrist lay bare,
with the final slash of sadness.
I leave this world,
as a broken soul.
With a promise that ill return again,
right and whole.
Abortion is not free.
Its price is two souls you see.
But Christ through the shedding of His blood redeems the souls and sets them free. The woman through repentance can have peace.
The child goes to our Father and rest at His feet.
We must be aware and know for sure.
When we abuse children we step through hells door.
Stop the murder stop the pain.
Stop washing innocent blood down the drain.
the modern world enslaves us too,
the rich want cheaper wages true,
to soothe the greedy rich,
hells door 4 the son-of-a-vitch,
will e be falling thru...
re: 'Traffic of Misery'
Harry horsman
Don
hells door
he drives a 66 chevy
keeps it clean with armor all
when his nation needed him
he answered the call
he was dedicated
had the passion in his eyes
but when he got there
knew what they told him was lies
he lost his belief
he just wanted to survive
and he was kind to everyone
but he had to take a life
why did they do this to him
he can never be the same again
and when the bullet entered his heart
and he never felt the pain
they say there are angels
watching all that we do
and when we stand before god
then he will judge you
an angel flew down that day
and feel sad at what she saw
and she thinks she can't wait
for god to send jesus thru the door
she sees the goodness of his soul
and how he was tormented as well
but the grim reaper came that day
took him away thru the gates of hell
he is in a place he doesn't belong
and she will try to make it right
and she said get ready hell
today we are going to have a fight
and there,s an angel tonight
knocking on hell's door
cause she doesn't want his soul
to be in the fire no more
we must not judge any one
please have an open mind
but we all know that wars base on lies
is a crime against mankind
Through the lens of a scope,hate watches,
Bam,bam,on the butt,two more notches,
In front of their eyes,life flashes,
The weak at heart,it snatches,
A mustard seed to a melon it grows,
Slowly but surely,engulfing souls,
Cold as snow,consuming flesh like crows,
Demolishing friendship,constructing foes,
Bursting hells door,into our world hate pours,
In the heart of evil,hate soars,
Knocking the LORD,children doors,
TRYING to conquer GODS' Kingdom,from shore to shore,
GOD stretch out his hands,flowing galore,
Love is the challenger,Love is the cure,
Love is the victor,hate no more.....
{Trying} is capitalised intentionally....