Faith

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CROWN OF GOLD
As He gazes on His world, heart overflows with sorrow
Sees the goodness of humanity decrease with each tomorrow.
Views the soulless wreaking havoc, upon good and pure of heart,
as the world that he created, slowly tears itself apart.

“Where has all the goodness gone? Why are they without faith?
Why do all my children now in selfish life partake?”

His tears, they are unceasing, viewing children from above
They sell their souls to Satan, placing hate where once was love.
The festering wound of hatred strives, nourished by their souls
as the jealousy and greed, begin to spread out of control.

God calls upon His people, those unwavering from their path,
for those who preach His word, will be held free from facing wrath.
Righteous prophets preaching, though, words fall upon deaf ears;
the faithless, they give warning, the end is drawing near.

“The malicious shall be punished wishing harm upon their brothers,
while pure of heart will conquer, preaching peace, goodwill to others.
He holds no blame my children for the weakness you consume,
for if you had stayed true of heart, the evil could not bloom.
Feel His strength within you, and the pain will start to cease;
for you must allow God entry, only He can slay the Beast!”

And so, the prophets prophesize, they spread the word of God.
They warn forthcoming peril, they speak of what they saw.
Though the people laugh at them, they stay the righteous path
never do they falter, in warning all impending wrath.

As Satan’s spawn wreak havoc spreading pain and pestilence
Taking aim upon the righteous, pure of heart, and innocent.
Strengthening in numbers, they grow stronger by the hour,
Inflicting mortal wounds, causing the faithful souls to sour.

God calls unto his generals, “Make ready it is time!
I’ll not allow the evil to consume that, which is mine!
My people are not strong enough to fight them off alone!
My warriors must make ready, they must bring the chosen home!”

Heaven’s Gates spring open, giving entry to within,
As God informs His angels that the war will soon begin.
He sends for all His heroes, of both past and those of late.
He sends for all His warriors, bidding welcome at the gate.

Prophets view the Heavens, come to life before their eyes.
They hear the sound of trumpets; they hear the battle cries!
They see the mighty warriors sit astride their mighty steeds;
they hear those shouting orders, telling all of evil deeds.

“To The Righteous who have gathered here, Heroes young and old!
I pray you listen carefully, this message from Him told!
It seems that beloved children have been lacking in their faith,
they ridicule His prophets, persecute with words of hate!
The soulless, black with evil, have spread sickness to our brothers!
Pledging souls to Satan will spread plague among the others!
We must stand beside our Father and fight for those in need!
We must rescue all our innocent from darkness, hate, and greed!”

Suddenly, those gathered, found struck speechless, and amazed,
when appears most cherished angel, chosen eyes had yet to gaze!
Beside her, beloved Savior, Jesus, carried on a cross,
A crown of thorns upon His head, as when His life He lost.

She casts her look upon Him, love bestowing from her eyes,
She turns her gaze unto the earth, with words of hope she cries,
“Lord Jesus gave His life for them, so they might be forgiven,
But now, the evil hath returned, behold, His Son is risen!”

Jesus appears before them, standing strong in Father’s mold
Upon His head a crown of thorns, turns mighty Crown of Gold!

PART TWO

The battles rage in Heaven, warriors, heroes, shield, and sword,
waging war on Satan’s demons, seeking harm befall our Lord.
The prophets view the demons, their hearts blackened as if coal,
they see the face of evil, view the lifeless without souls.
They witness warriors fighting, beside heroes young and old,
slaying wicked minions, side by side, combating bold!

Jesus looks upon them, sees the prophets viewing visions,
hears them preaching word of God, and tell of Satan’s abolition.
When whispered cry for mercy echoes Heaven’s air...
The sound of weakened chosen’s, desperate plea, and heartfelt prayer.
“My Dear Lord, please forgive me, for I can no longer fight.
I am beat-down and weary, stripped of will, I’m without might.”

Lord Jesus flees from Heaven upon hearing child’s plea;
He vows to save the children, set the faithful prophets free!
He takes with him an army, to slay the soulless beasts;
No mercy faithless given, though the soulless given least!

A crowd before Him gathers, dropping down upon their knees,
praying thanks to Heaven, grateful, God has heard their pleas.

“You, the righteous chosen, the prophets, faithful all,
Will join with me in battle, fight beside me, standing tall…
But first, I seek a chosen who’s been weakened by her plight.
Her cries were heard in Heaven, as she prayed throughout the night.”

The crowd before him separates, giving way to frail child,
her clothing, worn and tattered, tear-filled eyes, gaze absent, wild.

“My child, look upon me, behold with chosen eyes.
Tis me, your beloved Jesus, from my death I did arise.”

The frail child looks into a face she’d thought a stranger,
yet, beholds the sight of Heaven in the eyes of her true Savior!
“Lord Jesus, pray forgive me, but my faith, it did grow weak!
Battle weary, beaten, I did forget that which I seek.
I began to get the feeling, I was mistaken in my plight,
for why are there so many doing wrong, and not what’s right?
As promised at my birth, I have spread the word of God;
Yet, I’m not but faithful failure, for I fear I’m faithful fraud.”

Jesus raises his loving hand, gently to her lips,
silencing her words in a request that she hear His…

“Hush, my Child, cry no more, for I have come to conquer.
Satan shall be cast away and Evil’s reign no longer.
As the prophets prophesized, I was crucified the lamb,
and return now as The Lion, to rid hatred from God’s land.
If Faithful I find lacking, yet, goodness still possess,
those children be forgiven, though the faithless I shall test.
I’ll bestow a glimpse of Heaven upon all those not yet damned;
One chance for their repentance, and the offering of my hand.
If they should choose the darkness, opposing Heaven’s light,
they be cast down just as Satan, forever banished from my sight!
Hold strong your faith my child, for to weaken would bring shame.
Go among the people, feel my strength, and spread His name.”

The chosen child stares into the eyes of Heaven’s Prince.
She feels her strength restoring at the offered Heaven’s glimpse.
She takes the hand before her, rises up from dampened ground.
The people who have gathered, from their lips hear not a sound.
Her clothes, they are not tattered, of teary eyes, there is no sign,
Stands before them, faithful chosen, full of strength, just as designed!

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