Repent?
By GhostWriter
As the wind, the stream and ages pass by; When will man emerge from the rye? He could do it, if he were to try’ Better do it now, for soon he will die. If man could pull his head out of the sand; If he could only, just try to understand. His God will lead, with directing hand; Help and save this now so wretched man. The Devil proclaims, he can do the same; He loves to play at his little game. The prey he hunts is not the same: Who’s to say, is Satan to blame? He searches, through every town; Finds the helpless, lying on the ground. Picks them up, makes their life seem sound; And when they die, He’ll bring them down. So-called Christians, who do not pray; Are mere spectators, to this drastic play. To Him, the Praises, they do not say; They too, will join Satan, on that fiery day. To Hell, these people all shall go; Where the cool breezes, never blow. Oh, sinful mankind, take a hint; For God’s sake, if not your own, repent.Written at age 13, that was 35 years ago and in the 60s to boot. Just found it, my second poem ever. Thought I would share. Times have changed and so have I, at least a little. Ken--The GhostWriter Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 04:18 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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