Life Song.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Life Song....

On one of my lonely walks
along gardens with fertile trees
those souls are enchanted
of injured and sinful knees,

had to pass these obstacles
I saw so many names, good names
not one bad one
they all seem so familiar to me,
had to go through a fire obstacle,
can I handle it?

remarkable were the same knees
in prayer with their wounds and sins
in perfect alphabet,
The same knees cause their body

i joined it,
I prayed and praised God, my alphabet was not perfect
actually never,

together with the souls, we sang,
I have no talent for singing
it has always been that way
I hummed a song, but never fear,
to fall out of tune

not just a song,
it is The Song of Life of Always
and of life in God and with God,
love life song,
the love of God, and the hope for us all,
that there is no more war, what? ! War? !
That there are no more wars,
the dirty skies of hate and venom,

i'm sad for God
they just have to disappear, those nasty skies of venom, languish,

I also remember that God said:
I give them love, I cherish them too and I give them all Peace and Hope,
they have free choice and can do so much,
they always opt for the stinking money
and the self centered fame,
since the fallof Eden, I have sent my Only Son,
He was and IS perfect,
the people everywhere in this world,
have free choice from then on,
I have helped them everywhere
learning to walk and moving on,
I am always amazed
that throughout all ages, always violence
and the same mistakes are made time and time again,
so God said.
God was and is still very sad

indeed, we have so many opportunities,
seen and heard, order and peace is again disturbed,
humanity already started with Cain and Abel, the brother murder!

Yes, like Anne Graham, you know Billy's eldest daughter,
said in an interview,
Almighty God is also a Gentleman,
He respects the freedom of man,
choice enough, freedom enough,
so much work ahead of us all,
but to great sorrow,
do they choose again for the wrong song of life,
such as the currency and every world currency, our only means of payment,
it just keeps rolling,
let us all hope
that we walk on the same right path
and also choose the same right song of life,
that very beautiful and pure song of life,
with all his heart out,
God will love that,
but yes, the coin is still rolling,

Hekel, Kant and LaPlace's theory,
people shoot each other till the last man,
is that our wish? !
The death penalty and the guilty must die until the last man,
well, it's just a theory of the three gentlemen,
God really won't forbid, I reckon.

He let us choose, the broad or the small path,
a lot of choice, but do we also have enough time?

Remember, Jesus comes like a thief in the night,
Jesus full of love, hope and peace,
is it hard to choose him,
this greatest and sweetest son of Bethlehem? !

Know that He will not be angry, never if you are not reborn again,
but he is very happy if you choose him!

On one of my lonely walks
along gardens with fertile trees,
those souls are healthy and converted again
of injured and sinful knees,
knees that can bow to God again.

they get their own body back
Because their knees are converted
and now accompany me on my walks full of music,
we all sing the right song of life,
full of pleasure and with love, faith and hope in our Almighty God...


© Sylvia Frances Chan - All rights reserved
A.D. Friday October 11,2019 - at 11.11 hrs.PM Poem Hunter Time