Too much to lose

As a writer my mission is to prepare people, this is my version of the things hotting up to signal the return of Christ...most of us know about that don't we?

Turn it loose angel,

The catastrophe the earth will swallow,

It wipes he who fear has not at all,

From the day it was implanted,

In every being, it's been hereditary,

Now we cry an expression of our emotional being.

 

Now the aged lie has rejuvinated,

It is gross in its gathering, so hostile,

That we shed the liquid from our eye sacs without a stop,

Forgotten what it is, for we know who we are,

Not anymore,

We can't even bow down any low,

For once we split from the main family,

To satisfy our own greedy wishings,

We wandered far from home,

On a path parallel from the truth,

A path of self-seeking,

Some of us found solace in glaring at the sun,

Others found activity in self glorification,

And self-edification,

The pain in our Lord grew unbearable,

And He had to descend to our rescue,

In resentment we struck Him down,

He went down though He was already there,

For He had premeditated this for our vantage,

We thought we had done great, While He had in actual fact.

 

Now shiver as we come back again,

repentant of our deed,

He accepted and took us in,

The danger all are in,

Some still choose to be adamant,

These are the ones I talk to,

check the time it's too late,

Old time is grinding to a halt,

And we face the Great judge for our every deed.

 

Hold on clasp tight brother,

Think deep and listed to God's voice,

That which keeps telling you He loves you,

While you run away as fast as your feet can carry you,

Though you know you can not run out of His sight, you still do.

 

Look far back and see,

Where the joint got loose,

See the wrong turnpoint,

Realise that if we get together,

We get twice as clever,

And when run back unto His arms,

You get the prize of eternal ife,

So, run back to His principle,

Grasp His hand and escape from the calamity,

Soon to be poured onto this planet,

The catastrophe will miss us,

 

Turn it loose angel,

The catastrophe the earth will swallow,

And your life is just too much to lose.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I got the inspiration to write this one I did it in less than 15 minutes so if you feel there is need to change please do not hesitate to do so...thanks

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You took me with you in many directions. I'm a Native American and Mexican. I have white blood. Most of my life I was called a Indian or a Mexican. The Native Americans believe in one God. The religion of Africa and the Native Americans of North and South America had similar belief and culture. Respect for nature, family and the spirit of man. Here in N. America the Native American had lost their ways. This world need a strong people. Look at my medicine wheel. been around for 3000 years. Each race had purpose and reason. For this planet we need Africa to be strong. One of the key problems is we need Asia also . You made many strong points. To be a strong people. We need strong families. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Wow. This was amazing. Enough said.