Whether giants of study or long prayer of depths, we’ll all appear at God’s colossal judgement throne with recorded books of life and books of death. After Christ we have our helpers & His voice to fall back upon, when denominations and their pride in being ‘right’ orders a new spiritual land of Babylon. One drained from lively works where some are drained from alcohol; the predestined man in his moment still lost, where one with a soul on fire plummets in the icefall. Whatever you’ve applied theology wise, does that water down unity’s antidote? Not by church sets but His great separation: It is only called by sheep and goats.
A poem about how you need to be careful with whatever denomination you subscribe to being that you might call someone else 'not saved' when you are mistaken.