If only the Creator would grant me the the power to heal
Then the cheerless gates of misery, I would gladly seal
That fearless devourer armed with daily zeal
I could see the “die-hard” cringe for real!
Forth would I go to the Omnipresent, whom I can seek
The Almighty, before whom the mighty are meek!
Leaves many all cranky and up the creek
I couldn’t dare steal a careless peek!
Wouldest I seal tis deathly deal?
Stripping off all of its bodily feel
Concealing a myriad of woes in piecemeal
Leaving us in wonder if it’s for real!
Oh, that man couldst dread death: the inevitable pill
Resolute on populating hell to the gills!
Whilst inflicting hearty pains as with a drill
The saintly host on high celebrates, more still!
Death is the bitter, yet inevitable pill which all men must swallow. Our prayers must be chaneled towards having eternal rest… in the Almighty’s bosom. A life without Jesus is indeed a living hell!
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IT IS IN BEING SAVED THAT YOU ARE SAFE!