#edwardstarrpoetry
To stand apart, for our Lord, and King Savior.
Never letting go of his hand , no matter what.
For only he can rescue us, in our time of need.
Only he shall, bring us to a new place and world.
Only he guides us , through this wretched place.
Only he is the light, as tis the lightsource is him,
In him there is none dusk, nor the way's of sin;
Ourn Creator's not faraway, he's ourn everlasting friend, just aloft hell's grin, and Satan's lonesome wiles.
We deserveth not God's mercy, forgiveness; we art vile. Ourn righteousness is as filthy rag's to the almighty. Jehovah, Yahweh, elohim, three names for the true fount of life. Wherein cometh every man and wife from his spring that's right; and eternal home.
O' maker of mine flesh and bones, How blessed we art, we art thine own; and when the trumpet soon shalt sound, I'll awakest from mine sleep, rise from the ground. Whether dead, or walking, living, we shalt rise up-Angel's singing. Robes of white, illumined sight's, ani ohev otach, sais the great " I am"; the one who speak's the breath in man.
©Brandon Nagley & Eddie Starr poetry duo poem.
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC