Wayfarer in Eternal Reality

Wandering the desolate wastes, a man stands alone. and yet his heart knows, that a place has been prepared for him. And so, he moves on...

Sunday

A poem. By inspiration.

Ok bear with me if it sounds bad, coz i dunno if i'm a good poet at all. They just pop into my head now and then and i write them down if i can; if not i just forget them. got a few wrtten down over the time i started ns... mebee i'll post more as i dig em up. hey critique me yah? :D

Theme: Christian

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Oh, for we are but fallen,
redeemed by His blood.
yet dare we still tarnish
our white blessed clothes.

Repent! Repent!
the hour draws near;
The King is returning!
and we have much to fear!

Naked and alone,
our spirits shall face,
the One God Almighty;
His judgement shall make.

And when that has happened,
our lives will decide:
Granduer and power,
or darkness and strife.

So wake now dear brethren!
Arise and shine forth!
Deny flesh and body
and take up the cross!

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would explain the influences (this one in particular has a few) but i wanna sleep... its 1 goodness 30 am... my brain kinda stopped.

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