A scrabbling clawing frenzied roar
Responds to trumpet call
And bleeding hands tear wood and nails
From sanctuary’s cloistered halls
And in that darkened vale of fear
The fearful hordes await
With cries for absolution
As they press toward the gate
With righteous hand and flaming sword
Doth Justice make divide
Right to those who heeded call
and left who never tried
For in the light the oath foretold
Returned to claim his own
From death and grave to liberate
Reward for each a throne
The light from aeons in the void
Breaks desperation's hold
The promised grace of sacrifice
Of innocence once sold
Angelic choirs in joyous praise
With rapturous voices sing
O grave where is thy victory
O death where is thy sting
Amazing grace once gifted me
And gratefully received
Has nurtured fed and watered we
The promise have believed
28 years of life
I've experienced life and death
Contemplated suicide
Thought about how it would feel to take my last breath
On my death bed
Eyes turning from brown to black
My visions are blurry
On the verge of having another panic attack
I didn't realize what I could be
Couldn't diagnose my own mental state
Couldn't escape my own insecurities
Cried because I was too scared to face my own fate
I fell into the bottom of the lake
Buried by rock after rock
My worst fears became a reality
Moving slowly like the hands of a clock
Tears poured down when I saw the expression on her face
Grabbing my hands and pulling me in
It was like the pain had been sucked out of me
Knowing I could turn to her if I felt this way again
We prayed together
Prayed to God with love
Prayed for a second chance
Knowing our loved ones will continue to look down on us from above
The world wears the shroud of sin and death,
Its inward eye engulfed in darkness of unfaith,
Blackened with despair of deliberate rejection of Christ
Whose Agape Love manifested on the cross.
Gripped by the prince of darkness the inmates stroll in pleasures,
A game ‘twixt life and death is on roll.
Multitudes of God’s image tarnished by ‘sweet’ bitterness,
The only prey laid at everyone’s doorstep
With every calculation of hellish clock,
Winding and rewinding the conscience of mankind.
I behold souls fall into the chasm of darkness,
My heart bleeds at the death of the souls
Who could have confessed Christ in life;
But their denial has trapped them to blackness.
Can the souls on earth be saved?
Yes, but their confession of the Son will save them.
Let my soul send a supplication unto Heaven.
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