Awake! ! - For He Is Here Poem by D.A. Woods

My door is always open for each and every fool
who thinks the our Lord is dead,
he's abiding his time - arms open to hold you.

A crown of thorns placed on upon his head,
blood stained tears still stain his face,
because he's being forgotten,
debauchery, technology and evil has taken his place.

Don't we still cry his name to help when things go wrong?
How about when things go right? - the fallen ones blind you with a new song to forget repentance - forget him, look at me! !
On earth they don't belong.

You have your own mind - hindsight he gave as a gift.
He gave love in our hearts,
to cast out the wicked,
We know who they are and our world is sickened - you follow these delusions who you see acquitted.

I met him upon a dark road - blood stained hands and feet and I asked what will become of us?
He held my hands and and asked - do I believe?
That's all that matters my son, you are in my world an here the disbelievers can never leave.

As he left I picked up a blood stained rose for which he stood beside,
within it I saw his face - I felt his lifetime of sorrow and pain,
For the fallen ones may take you - for I'll always be by his side.

Blindsided by this new age life will have no effect upon me,
For i know the Lord is alive
I've seen his face,
for those who don't embrace him upon his return,
damnation in hell is your only place.

They fallen ones are already here marking you out to feel nothingness and how can you be so blind?
How can you forget our Lord! ? How can you not love?
Repent or you all shall be left behind.