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themostlysilentone -> RE: Poetry/lyric corner... and other stuff-You can post too. (10/22/2007 9:54:41 PM)
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Good day all. I thought I would share some of what I have written. Critique is very welcome. (The second poem is one of what was to be three. (The Death of Life, The Death of Hope, and Life Reborn, Hope Renewed). A Deep Look at Life I look into your eyes and see into the heart of time, To see thelove that runs so deep to save a soul like mine. To see the nailprints in Your hands and nailprints in Your feet, And see the suffering that gives us victory so sweet. How great a man and great a love to hang upon a tree, And take a guardspear to the side to set the captive free. Living through the loneliness without extrenal strength, Forsaken One of God for an eternity of length. It is finished was Your cry when sins high price was paid, No longer alone You soon died and in a grave was laid. Proclaimed Your vic'try over death for three quick days in hell, Then opened up the prison doors to free Your sons as well. You rose again on the thir day, as promised on that morn, That we to might be dead to sin and in Your pow'r reborn. You rse to heaven, mission doe, and sat upon Your throne, And sent to us a Comforter, we travel not alone. You now prepare a place for us beyond the starlit sky, That grave we have, and strenth You give, a hope that never dies. Someay this world is going to end, before Your throne we'll stand, Singing praises to the Great I am, and praises to the Lamb. The Death of Life All hope falls down, down to the earth, Nature cries out, in pangs of birth. Out comes the child, this world's destruction, Nature's response, to our dysfunction? What brought about, this end to all, Man's prideful heart, led to this fall. Forbidden fruit, perfection's ending, The choice once made, the outcome pending. Mistakes first fruits, time's ticking clock, Ravaged future, a keyless lock. Death is at hand, eternity lost, Life of pleasure, but what is the cost? The death of life, a life of death, The ravaged soul, counting each breath. The time has come, death stands at the door, The soul cries out, to breathe nevermore.
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