Poetry

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OUR FATHER’S HEART’S DESIRE

First He walked in a garden … In the cool of the day
Before the heart was hardened … In all He was obeyed
Next He dwelt in a tent … The established tabernacle
And once again man content … However held accountable

From there He moved into a house … Which was called the temple
But his people threw Him out … And so began to crumble
He then was given back … To walk among us, as a man
And in this humble shack … He volunteered to be damned

Where to go from there … He has gone inside His Church
And communicates by prayer … With those who’ve done the search
He is also on His throne … And soon He will return
His people then will groan … As they see whom they have yearned

Our Father’s heart’s desire … Has been to dwell with His creation
But first He must require … Their absolute adoration
So we are given the choice … Of whom we choose to follow
Either hear our Father’s voice … Or in Satan’s filth, we will wallow

The choice is made while we’re alive … With death it is too late
But we’ll be revived … And so will enter our chosen fate
So it’s a city made of Gold … Or a hellish burning fire
It has all been foretold … In many Church choirs

But first a coming judgment … A very few, will survive
To begin an Earthly Kingdom … Where they’ll finally thrive
And those who reached the Golden City … Are place upon the thrones
Crowned with heavenly jewelry … And assigned their Earthly zones

And then when this is done … Another new heaven and Earth
And we will see what Father won … By creating our lowly birth

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