The Voice Of A Chosen People Poem by Didith Marcelo

The heaven is shouting,
And gives words to the chosen,
Bear in heart to spread the truth,
Eyes wide open to the souls who wander,
Every chosen sees the fetter on someone's feet.

Angels are singing proclaiming God's glory,
Demons are searching to devoured a souls,
Chosen are chosen to keep the kingdom,
Building more for the sake of completeness.

People was led while others was leading,
Black dots of hearts and unrepentant souls,
Blank dot of hearts who repented at all.
The ways of heaven is so easy, yes! It is.
And the ways of hell is burdened everywhere.

But people are blind and people are deaf,
Though the air whisper blowing a salvation,
Still people are blind and people are deaf.