The Silent Listener

The Silent Listener

A Story by Bailey

I walk down the street people of all kinds around me walking passed in a hurried bustle. All of them; Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, wealthy, poor, alcoholics, drug addicts, non drinkers and smokers, all of them walk passed me they don’t know I’m there and most of them don’t even care.
All of them are searching to the sky for a place of paradise. All of them are reaching to the skies proclaim
ing their obedience to him or her.
I love my children but instead of looking for an earthly saving I ask them to listen to my words and obey them and spread the good news towards all.
But they don’t they are slipping more and more away from me, they sin with their eyes, hands ears, tongues and hands. They show me their love does not own their heart because of the greed and pride that push me away.
The end is near and they don’t see it coming. The beast shall rise and be slain by my hand and the whole world shall proclaim that I am The One, their Savior, and their Father.
Sadly some won’t make it. They won’t believe in time for me to grant them permission to the new kingdom and therefore an eternal suffering in the fiery furnace and be put to a endless hole of darkness that burns, scares and scores them.
But there are the ones that I have chosen that will be in the kingdom. They will have the ticket to the carnival of life and praise. They will reunite with the others brother and sisters whom came to me and praise my holy name. They shall feel the love coarse through their veins and feel the ecstasy of joy for ever with me. They will be perfection in the place of light and day. They will rejoice and sing and worship and dance in my name their cups will overflow with oil and will turn water to wine and declare that there is none like me, no one like me.
I will make a new heaven and earth where I shall reign soverently over all and become their king of kings and lord of lord. Be as gentle as a lamb to them but, strong like a lion in their hearts turning them into the people of the Master. Their souls will be set free and fly through an un ending world that I will be in possession of and speak to all the others of how amazing of a Father I am to them, how gracious, merciful, kind, forgiving, pure, and righteous I am in my throne of high.
Some call me Savior; others call me Father; Some Creator; Some teacher...
But to all of them I am their God.

© 2012 Bailey


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