We warn you, but you do not listen.
We pray for you, that you may be free.
We cry to you, who grope in darkness.
We show you what is life, you slay us.
A call to live, a call to die,
Sends evil ones to flight.
A call to weep, a call to laugh,
Reflects God's holy light.
We shall serve Him, our Adonai
The Maker of all things,
While those who hide their rotten hearts
Deny the King of Kings.
The Lord declares, the saints repeat
The way that sets man free.
And one by one they come to Him,
These blind who now can see.
At last! Our Maker who reigns on high
Who brings the wandering children home
Calls out to us, bearers of His name,
And declares to us eternal joy!
3 comments:
Awesome, really liked this. **bookmarked**
Though, just to be annoying, that last stanza does rhyme. :P
What is this, Matt? Maybe you should pick up a dictionary. :P
Glad you liked it.
Nice. Enough said. ;D
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