Poetry

Choices

written by: hisquietchild

Why are our senses so dulled?
Indulge till our souls have been lulled.
You're full but still void
not victoriously joyed
in the promise the prophets foretold.

Man opens his arms to the strong
but the weak may not tag along.
On the way to the throne
we'll each stand alone,
weeping, gnashing or in SONG!

You're body's been built to a tower,
but your heart, you've let spoil and sour.
You strain out the gnat,
along with the fat
from the whole camel soup you devour.

Your lives appear goodly and whole.
Your job and your life's on a roll.
But what is it worth
to gain the whole earth
and go into hell with your soul?

A hard life you live, but it's free.
You're blind but you think you can see.
And won't it be odd
when you die, and there's GOD.
Oh, what type of fate will it be?

So what's the point, how we live?
The point's in the heart that we give
to Jesus our Lord,
our armor and sword
For surely the wheat shall he sieve.