The purposeful poet must please... with power in his pen,
To tell folks of the Prince of Peace, often, not now and then.
To fashion phrases borne of love, to structure line-by-line,
Describing Heaven's realm above, enough to prove a sign.
The poet isn't just a scribe, or wise man on his own,
Or teacher for a single tribe, or local place he's grown.
If he's seen things no other's seen, heard things no other's heard,
Let him be keen, instead of mean, then simply spread the word.
Some say they've had a vision, friend, the Lord explained it all,
Yes, He's in charge, on that depend, He'll grant a miracle.
Some say they've been to Heaven, too, met Jesus on the way,
His gracious message, 'I LOVE YOU! ' No wonder that they pray.
I've not been there! I'm stuck on Earth! Lord Jesus wants me here,
So now I've got a sense of worth, I'd like to make that clear.
So many topics on my heart, beyond my mortal mind,
These are the blessings I'll impart, so God can bless Mankind...
Denis Martindale October 2016.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem