The God Of Israel
Does it matter if you are the High priest?
Does it even matter if you are the king?
God can't be bought by your dirty money,
He care not your status,position or power!
Have they forgotten the past stories,
kings and priests being severely punish,
Or they don't believe it could happen,
to them these justice whip Will meet.
He send his son, the King of Kings,
Who died for our sins on the cross,
And when he comes for the 2nd coming
The Will of the Father Will be done!
He came not for the rich or famous,
Nor the brilliant or the righteous,
His task was to to save the poor,
Also the sick and the very weak!
Today nobody believes in Legends,
The holy book is just like fairy tales,
Can you honestly say you believe in angels?
Or the under scheming works of demons?
When you see the beautiful rainbow,
Do you remember the days of Noah,
The covenant with God Of Israel,
for the massive flood that killed sinners!
I believe in my Spirit and soul,
The miracle of Virgin Mary giving birth,
to a saviour and messiah we called Christ,
The son of king David,Adam and Man whose name is JESUS!
For he has been chosen,
And proclaimed long before he was due,
He Will judge and punish the wicked,
And save his people it is written!
Jesus can't be found among the dead,
His authority is still strong and powerful,
He fights your battle and ultimately win, You have nothing to fear just call his name!
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
after reading
priest you are fired
I felt intense inspiration
to write this
so this is dedicated to you
NowisallUhave
Comments (11)
and believing He is real
He is my saviour
coz without him
I can't face this world
nor do I know how to
Sometimes we can't change ourselves
I know I can't even how many times
so now I leave it to him
as they say Father knows best
every step we make
we can fall and get hurt
but by holding his hand
I promise you he Will never make you fall.
that is him to me
for you he is Jesus Christ
Amen
And Jesus Christ
And felt the work
Of Holy Spirit;
But still I wander ,
Fall and cry -
Oh, far too often,
Far too low...
... I cling again
To God's right arm ,
And give my sins to Jesus ,
Though do I know how
Sad He is
To see my shame again...
... ... .... .... ....
/ Sky Grasmane /
Thank you , Morgen , for the inspiring poem !
Sky
I can only give my words nd praise
and conviction of him
Jesus Christ
thank you skymore
Found you very difficult to read as my eyes tried to a-just to your text color?... lol but Sincere Respect to you for your very powerful poem
Lots of warm thoughts sent to You Dear Sir.
Your a Star and a gentleman.
Very powerful words in your poem.
I really enjoyed your thoughts in this one.
Again thank you for posting
Martina
and you caught me
off guard by that statement
coz I feel the same.