Death’s Pardon
We are God’s cattle on a thousand hills;
which the devil thinks that he owns;
most of us overwhelmed by taxes and bills;
in debt for houses and long term loans.
We are the love that the Master created;
the highlights upon His masterpiece;
only by Him, are all our fears, abated;
from tyranny we all need relief.
We are the precipiece of God’s creation;
the summation of all that is good;
God is the founder of every nation;
we’re all prodigals; misunderstood.
We’re all created to be born and live free;
meant to follow the Master’s voice;
we all shall become what He meant us to be;
for such; shall be our own choice.
Many seek to make this, a heaven on earth;
although, it’s under a demonic rule;
children of God must return to their birth;
rather than worship a demonic fool.
We live under the rule of that serpent of old;
the lord and master of temptation;
rejecting our Lord; for the luster of gold;
praying to escape damnation.
We’re living on earth; our temporary hell;
tho our home is the heavenly garden;
where throughout all eternity, we will dwell;
once death has granted us our pardon.
Monty 10/26/23. # 1,834