Look
up to the sky
And
hear the cry
Of
our God up high
As
to why deny
We
are all to die.
Some
will be in purgatory
For
their inability to see
Sensibly
to Jesus wise plea
That
after-life is heavenly
If
you come to believe in He.
Jesus
preached forgiveness
To
alleviate personal stress
At
believing in what’s best
Having
more and not less
Of
His apt words to digest.
Jesus’ still gave supplication
To
an unbelieving nation
Adhering to religious separation
Not believing He is God's Son
Preaching
His wise wisdom.
Will
you pray this Sunday
For
Jesus to lead the way
To
a brighter and better day
Of
being happier while at play
In
God’s image made of clay.
©
Andrew Stevenson 05/05/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. God bless.
At my age Andrew the enivitable is always in the back of one's mind. My husband was only 57 when he passed away
ReplyDeletebut is thought of often.
Most humble poem with beautiful words.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. Sorry for the mistake with your name again! I'm fifty this year, so am close to passing myself! Sorry your husband passed at such an early age! Glad he is still fondly thought of. Glad you liked the piece. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteI'll be honest, Andrew. I have a lot of conflicting feelings and thoughts about religion, and I typically describe myself as an agnostic. That said, it is the thought of Jesus and his compassion and love that keeps me from being an atheist. I don't have your strong faith. I wish I did. I think that the multiverse and whatever God may be are beyond anything we can imagine as humans.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Louise. I fell in love with Jesus while suffering with my condition, and He helped me a lot with His compassion and loving. I don't judge you for your own personal beliefs, as I was an unbeliever for many years until I called upon Him to support me in my time of need. Blessings to you my friend.
DeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew.