Christian beliefs

Some Drabbles Combined to Make ONE PROSE

Truth equals lies

 

 And to die is to live

 

 How can one say that you want to quit

 

 Chasing dreams but never creating it

 

 Never turn back from the one true order

 

 Way back when

 

 When the world was in order

 

 Now, go back to sleep

 

 You ignorant sheep

 

 Stay quietly

 

 In your sleep of idolatry

 

Tomorrow is never guaranteed

 

Life is just a passing scene

 

The truth is just but a small mustard seed

 

You say idiots know the truth

 

But how can they be idiots but be used as tools?

 

Tools that can be used for informing fools

 

To spread not only truth but rules?

 

Rules no man has yet to understand

 

What God has in stored for them

 

A plan, hard yet worth the hate that escalates

 

This world that has no shame

 

Yes, imbeciles are indeed sinners but who to say

 

If we are all just sinners?

 

Slaves to our inner beasts

 

Succumbed to our worldly deeds

 

Our revolutionary

 

Extraordinary

 

Mission to save the many souls

 

In this cruel world

 

Tomorrow is never guaranteed

 

Yes, life is just a passing scene

 

Why wait until you're old and grey

 

I hear kids today often say

 

"I just wanna do me"

 

This fight for freedom

 

Feels everlasting

 

The devil waits for no one

 

A spiritual battle is among us

 

But we are too blind to see

 

And that is why Disciples are among us

 

Won't you join us?

 

For you it might be a bore

But

 For me, the Christian life isn’t a chore

 I do it freely because I know what God has in store

 I don’t have control over my future anymore

 For my father in heaven knows what’s good for me

 He cares and knows me deeply

 As so he does all of us

 He lets us do what we want freely

 So that we may go to him when it’s needed

 To be part of Him, It may feel like a chore

 And sometimes we would like to ignore

 Our calling is what makes us more

 Ever since I left my old life behind

 He has brought life back into my eyes

 I have new friends, old ones left behind

 They swine because I don’t smoke dimes

 I don’t drink or sleep around

 It’s hard, yes but it’s worth it

 This test

I see that life has carved wisdom into your words and mind

 

To be humble enough to know that none of us know the true answer that keeps us in line

 

That only God knows

 

He doesn’t want us to know everything

 

Because we can't comprehend His meaning of life

 

Life that is so overdone by society

 

We try to see what we want to see

 

But no one really knows that we are just lost in our own

 

Understanding of what we think life is

 

Can't you see?

 

I hope this isn't too complicated

 

Just wanted to express what God truly is

 

Not imaginative

 

A voice

 

A reason

 

Let's hope we can continue this

 

How far have you gone to know God?

 

Do you really want to abandon your comfort zone?

 

It'll make you uncomfortable

 

To know that what the world has brainwashed us to believe

 

This society, too oblivious to see

 

The damage we do

 

The devil is among us, don't you know?

 

Don't go just yet, I know this was just supposed to be a test

 

But now I am curious about your next steps

 

What will you do next?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tell me if they all go together, I combined some drabbles and made them into ONE :D

Raymond Burt

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