#callonjesus
A Grecian statue I am, a confined creation; a harbinger, a shouter of biblical presages. Only here to tell of God's word, of Christ's love offered to voices silenced.
To the rich, poor, sick, down-and-out;
To boys, men, women, children-
Girls.
None pen nor pencil or writing tool needed, for the Lord's blood was
Shed for all the lost and
Mistreated,
Tis Satan was defeated.
Christ gave up the holy-ghost,
As thus his soul left that cross,
Buried, Rose again the third
Day; for God succeeded,
The devil lost.
Mine time is almost up now,
For mine job is almost done;
Soon I'll go meet mine savior,
As I prayest that Jesus Christ
Wilt be the one.
The one who thou shalt call out
To, for tis Jesus Christ that saves,
The way, the truth, the life;
The water that never runs dry,
The way to heaven up past the sky,
The bread of life that wilt make thee full,
The son of God who died for me,
The son of God who died for you......
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry
© Prophetic poetry
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC