The Hand of God

I die so many years ago and God denied my soul.
The Devil keeps calling but I will not let it go.
Lost in the abyss I try and find my way through the mist.
My path unclear but I will fight my way there.
Battling through the shadows I will continue to win the battles.
The light I seek, his grace I will win with defeat.
On the battlefield I stand tall, this is my last chance after all.
Rage and blood in my eyes I reach my sword to the skies.
I come to a realization and I understand, I must lay down my sword so I can take the holy spirit by the hand.

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heatherburns35's picture

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You have excelled here in promoting God and defeating the devil.
Daily we must journey on in this life. When we take the holy spirit
by the hand. We will win the battle of life. Everything becomes
much clearer. Keep writing. The future is just ahead. Stand tall.
Your friend in verse, heather

SSmoothie's picture

Beautiful, very affecting.

Beautiful, very affecting.


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

poet610's picture

thanks once again

Thanks i wasn't sure where i was going with this when i started.
and once i was done i didn't know how well it was.
thanks for reading and commenting
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