Fear not my Friend, the Lord is always Good.
Trust in him whom spoke the universe into being.
For only he knows all of your mistakes and pain.
Yet he still Love you enough to Save your Soul.
He whom Spoke the earth into being here in the universe.
Loves you enough to keep you dry and warm at night.
For everything that happens comes from him alone.
So please do not kid yourself, for he is the Creator.
For he spoke your situation and everything else into existence.

I am thankful for you, fear not my friend.
For I understand your trials and your plans.
For you have an important purpose to fulfill.
You are needed, you are truly Loved too.
Please realize this important thing that I let you know.
For everyone has made mistakes , and hurt others.
You are still Loved and needed as well my Friend.
There is still Hope for us all in the Lord our God.
So fear not just let him know that you Love him.
That you need him so bad and know that he is your Savior.

There is a Shepherd Who is searching,
Seeking to share the lost,
Rich in His mercy He's pleading ,
Faithful to uttermost.
Weary and heavy laden,
Jesus has borne your burden,
Freely He'll grant you pardon,
He lives for evermore .

There is a Healer most mighty,
Able to hear your cry,
Satan doth fear  the Almighty,
His works doth God defy,
Christ bore your ev'ry sickness,
Carried Himself your weakness,
Lean on His love and goodness,
Court on His faithful Word.

Great is the Spirit of promise,
Sent from the throne above,
Sanctifies you for His service,
Labour of dying love,
Jesus is Lord and Master,
Reigns in you now -- hereafter,
Comforter sent from Father,
His love perfecteth you.

When the Lord comes for His chosen,
Clothed in His glory bright,
Will you be fit for His heaven,
Meant  for His  saints in light?
Sweetly they lisp the warning,
Soon is the day approaching ,
When there'll be no more night.

Christ is the Lord of all Heaven,
Far above all enthroned ,
Veil  that enshrouds is now riven,
Where treasures rare are stored,
Kingdom for saints in glory,
Who can declare this story?
Zion awaits your entry,
Blessed eternity.

somewhere among the oaks and pines
i search, trying to find a sign
with the sight of the climbing vines
i am defined by nature's lines

the water shines my peace of mind
beside the brook, where ivy entwines
i find brightness, no longer blind
in the guiding light of God's designs

i.

What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that ****, Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.

ii.

Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?

iii.

Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.

iv.

What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding ****...... Ding ****... Ring. Ring!!!!

Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry