Death Rapture Poems

O Please don't miss the boat and please don't be late
( It's all about give and take and not being late)
When God the Father tells...

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the rapture 


Each story fell to the ground
feathers were collected
in the die-off different colours
prismed in the silver dust 
of moon eclipsing sun
the in-between time
where the...

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Either we end up in one location or another. Because there are really only two categories of people. Those of us who have been redeemed...

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I sit here alone, feeling the ache in my soul
Thinking of my friends and how life ends.
They are all gone away into the dark world...

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Oh, would you be left behind, if the Rapture of the Bride of Christ
were to be raptured (caught up and taken away)?  Would you...

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I know that God commands us
to love, but sometimes we let
hurt get in our way;

I know that it is best to forgive,
though often the forgiven
again...

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There is one who hung the stars in place.
Who set the cosmos like a timepiece 
In sure rotation across the velvet sky.

He saw his reflection...

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There is a place,
Where the weary find sweet rest.
Where hearts are mended,
And broken people blessed.

There is a place,
Where the wounded can abide.
Where the hopeless enter,
And...

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In a Nutshell

The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.

Blood ran on the whipping...

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The Rapture of this Life

To recall youth’s control on life

My age was budding as a rose

I played the rogue devoid of strife

Explored the world and...

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I have always been a dreamer of dreams, a daydreamer-
      and I found out at a very early age that...

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When my eyes embraced yours
My knees felt weak as my heart drove fast,
Your scent rushed against my pores,
“May I steal a kiss?” I asked.
 
The...

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Up above the filmament,

Appeared a cloud of racing horse,

Like a plague of locust,

Stunting down and down in stallion.

 

As the trampling sounds of trumpet sounds,

The...

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I obey and do as I am told
But poor Nigels now bought n sold

Awaiting me death on the twenty first O May
Harry Camping let me...

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May I come to your garden my mistress in white? 
To taste of your nectar sweet. 
So thorned are your vines each prick brings me...

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