Eighteenth Fabel
Praising Jesus
Charlax’s Gist Posted June 9th, 2008 by Reginald Levi Walker (The words and inspiration for this poem was place on my blogg by Charlax. After reading the note, I saw this poem hiding inside of it. With prayer, I carefully reworked it and discovered a work of sheer wonder. Charlax whomever you are, I stand and take my hat off in respect.) The Poetry Showcase ed.note.edWondering uncertain from one day to the next,Working for survival never needing any rest.Building on no foundation that has not already been laid,While marching to my final curtain,On the strength of Jesus shed bloodOn the price for my life He paid. Rude self-centered people, all day long,Are teaching me a path not connected to my song. The love inside of me is taken When they stride in perfect ignorance; They glide on oily fingertips,Like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting camp.With maggots all at work, No one can use the hide for clothing.No one can make it work. Suddenly, remembered the pain of deathIntended, oh Jesus, Take me; make me whole and well.Keep them all away from me! The naked and the dead, they rise in misery,To foster their beliefs upon a lame and ascetic figure,An aged creature just as I am. Beneath a clouded sky,No moon is visible. No sun, but Son, shines down on me today.Life is hard and life is stirring in the clay. Devoid of human life,They are only interested in their own personal perspective.Seeing nothing but the end of their own nose,While bowing down to worship their false god.Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness. There is one hope for the grave atheists and the godless. Marking time by taking up worthless spaces Others were meant to occupy. The end is near!If you cannot do the work assigned to you, Get up and let someone else try.Oh God! The end will come too soon for some of them. A half-remembered song about the lyrics sung. I try to petition the LORD with Prayer.Yes I can and hopefully, When I kneel at the foot of His Mighty Throne,My crown shall be replaced with one made of silver, gold, and brass. However, the light that shines from inside the place of God,God was not meant to ever resemble money. Not meant to be much more than love. He created my life. He Loves. Jesus Lives. He Rules.Jesus loves me, Therefore, I live. thankzx ewe brotherOn June 10th, 2008 charlax says: its a poem that eye wrotebut this is welcome we can share not like the world doeswe can avoid fights and arguments over mere wordseye like the additions this preacher did to my work my thumb is down yew may live hahahhahahha more charlax grist gist for the millies hahahaha ewesCopyright 2009® Charlax and Pastor Reginald Levi Walker
Praising Jesus
Charlax’s Gist Posted June 9th, 2008 by Reginald Levi Walker (The words and inspiration for this poem was place on my blogg by Charlax. After reading the note, I saw this poem hiding inside of it. With prayer, I carefully reworked it and discovered a work of sheer wonder. Charlax whomever you are, I stand and take my hat off in respect.) The Poetry Showcase ed.note.edWondering uncertain from one day to the next,Working for survival never needing any rest.Building on no foundation that has not already been laid,While marching to my final curtain,On the strength of Jesus shed bloodOn the price for my life He paid. Rude self-centered people, all day long,Are teaching me a path not connected to my song. The love inside of me is taken When they stride in perfect ignorance; They glide on oily fingertips,Like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting camp.With maggots all at work, No one can use the hide for clothing.No one can make it work. Suddenly, remembered the pain of deathIntended, oh Jesus, Take me; make me whole and well.Keep them all away from me! The naked and the dead, they rise in misery,To foster their beliefs upon a lame and ascetic figure,An aged creature just as I am. Beneath a clouded sky,No moon is visible. No sun, but Son, shines down on me today.Life is hard and life is stirring in the clay. Devoid of human life,They are only interested in their own personal perspective.Seeing nothing but the end of their own nose,While bowing down to worship their false god.Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness. There is one hope for the grave atheists and the godless. Marking time by taking up worthless spaces Others were meant to occupy. The end is near!If you cannot do the work assigned to you, Get up and let someone else try.Oh God! The end will come too soon for some of them. A half-remembered song about the lyrics sung. I try to petition the LORD with Prayer.Yes I can and hopefully, When I kneel at the foot of His Mighty Throne,My crown shall be replaced with one made of silver, gold, and brass. However, the light that shines from inside the place of God,God was not meant to ever resemble money. Not meant to be much more than love. He created my life. He Loves. Jesus Lives. He Rules.Jesus loves me, Therefore, I live. thankzx ewe brotherOn June 10th, 2008 charlax says: its a poem that eye wrotebut this is welcome we can share not like the world doeswe can avoid fights and arguments over mere wordseye like the additions this preacher did to my work my thumb is down yew may live hahahhahahha more charlax grist gist for the millies hahahaha ewesCopyright 2009® Charlax and Pastor Reginald Levi Walker
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