A Christian's Response to a Typical Morning

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A Christian's Response to a Typical Morning

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I wrote this poem a little over a month ago. I thought you all might enjoy it.

A Christian's Response to a Typical Morning
by The Old Judge

As my alarm rings I lay snug in my bed
Bound in my blankets I wish I was dead.
The world outside my house is strangled in fear
I'm quite warm and rested, I'd rather stay here.
Thinking back on the past I remember Mom's rule:
"You have just five more minutes. You'll be late for school."
I look in the mirror and make a small fuss
"I look like I've just been mowed down by a bus."
I put on my shirt and I get out my shoes
I pull up my pants as I think on the news
That is broadcasted to us, by night and by day,
How that evil, uninhibited, is getting its way.
Marxism, drug dealers, gangs on the loose,
Murders where precious life ends in a noose.
Our leaders, who us they have sworn to defend,
Stand fearful and cowering, helpless to mend
The fissures that threaten to swallow us whole
And drag down to Hell mankind's collective soul.
Then a light dawns on me as I sit here and muse
While evil has seen fit to pilfer and bruise
All the wholehearted warmth that our nation once had
There is something in my life of which I am glad.
Jesus Christ is my Saviour, God sits on His throne,
I'm under His watch care and loved as His own.
When once my poor heart was as dark as could be,
The True Light, the Son of God, illumines me.
Since my life and my death are both held in His hand,
He has a task for me I must understand
Because if there is something of such matchless worth
That the very Creator of heaven and earth
Has spared my poor wretched self just one more day,
The task must be completed without delay.
(For you all that read this, please do not mistake
My urgency as fear that doth shiver and quake.
The Lord did not slack, and the Son did not wait
For a "better" time whence my sin debt to abate.
If He as the Master, redeeming the time,
Up Golgotha's hill made the torturous climb
At the precise second the Father said "Go,"
Then when I am called I must do much more so.)
As stated before, our poor world lives in shock
Waiting for midnight on the Doomsday Clock.
But God has good news for them, and it's my job
To comfort the mourner and calm down the mob
With the salvation story: that Jesus Christ died
And is proffering to them a place at His side.
All you who accept Him, there need be no fears
Wrongs shall be made right when Messiah appears.
As we ascend into our heavenly place,
We gladly will thank Him for His saving grace.
And now that I've rambled, and wasted your time,
I'll conclude my eschatological rhyme
With this dear closing thought of why I greet the day:
I want to tell others of Jesus, the Way.
He died for your sin, He loves you, I know
His blood will wash your stains all whiter than snow.
If you die today, Friend, where will your soul be
In its final resting place of eternity?
For you to continue the path that you tread
Without Him will lead you to unending dread.
The horror and unease that you feel at night
Will continue forever with no end in sight.
"Man's life is a vapor;" with quick pang and yell
Your soul will burn white-hot forever in Hell.
The choice, though, is yours about where you will stay
When you stand before holy God on Judgment Day.
He made you, He wants you right close to Himself
Now accept His free gift over pride, lust, and pelf.
Holy Writ states, "Come unto me, and rest"
Lay now your head, soul, down on His loving breast.

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Amazing poem. It is really good.
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The Old Judge wrote: I pull up my pants as I think on the news
That is broadcasted to us, by night and by day,
How that evil, uninhibited, is getting its way.
Marxism, drug dealers, gangs on the loose,
Murders where precious life ends in a noose.
Our leaders, who us they have sworn to defend,
Stand fearful and cowering, helpless to mend
The way you've wrote this, I appreciate the message you're giving on the sanctity of all life.
The Old Judge wrote: There is something in my life of which I am glad.
Jesus Christ is my Saviour, God sits on His throne,
I'm under His watch care and loved as His own.
When once my poor heart was as dark as could be,
The True Light, the Son of God, illumines me.
I love how you've described the transformation that takes place.
The Old Judge wrote: Up Golgotha's hill made the torturous climb
At the precise second the Father said "Go,"
Then when I am called I must do much more so.)
As stated before, our poor world lives in shock
Waiting for midnight on the Doomsday Clock.
But God has good news for them, and it's my job
To comfort the mourner and calm down the mob
A very thought provoking segment, you are a talented writer indeed, how did you think up these words?
The Old Judge wrote: The choice, though, is yours about where you will stay
When you stand before holy God on Judgment Day.
He made you, He wants you right close to Himself
Now accept His free gift over pride, lust, and pelf.
Holy Writ states, "Come unto me, and rest"
Lay now your head, soul, down on His loving breast.
And the way you ended your poem, it's beautiful, thank you for sharing this with us. :clap:
I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us - Romans 8:18

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