Providence... Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Rules our times,
not our minds,
for we are
free agents.

You have the
right to be,
whatever it
is, you may
choose to be.

Yeah, the will to
kill is yours or
hate and terrorize,
it's all a choice.

To blame, to shame,
defame, of course
wreak pain, they're
one and the same.

Providence...

Watched, as mankind
destroyed paradise,
without thinking
twice... about its
eternal consequence.

As we reinforce our
self-incrimination...
with all manner of evil,
most make no sense.

Deviates manipulate
the innocent, many
are captives, the
chains of future
lamentations are strong.

'It Won't Be Long'
as the end looms
near... Who'll shed
a tear, for the souls
that were wronged?

Providence...

For we are all His
creation... As we bask
in the dark veils of
death, hearts cold as
ice with man's rage, a
burning fire enslaved.

From the beginning,
it was so... Who truly
wants to know the
'Pathway of Life', that
reaffirms the plan, to
purge us from sin?

I'm in. I seek. I'm humble.
I'll speak of the Love
that never changes... which
abounds even more, keeping
record throughout the ages,
At what stage of life will
'YOU' meet,

Providence?

To face the sentence,
written within each
breath that you take.
Make no mistake,
an account was made,
A price will be paid,
by each soul.

Everyone will be told
of His Goodness, Gift
and Grace... As we
beheld the face of
His only begotten Son.

Who can run from,

Providence?

No, Not One...



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