Born Into Perfected Eternity Poem by Terence George Craddock

Born Into Perfected Eternity

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if there was a mountain anywhere on earth
a great beautiful remote majestic mountain
and I knew God was waiting there dwelling there...

I would attempt to travel to that mountain
I would attempt to climb that mountain
to climb up to God to meet God to be with God to dwell with God...

if I could travel climb up to God I would
to receive blessings of happiness health wealth for eternity
bestowed upon a lost child by a creator father God...

but God is not waiting on a mountain God is not waiting there...

because God is not there God is everywhere
when we are ready to bend our knee
sacrifice our free will to God for eternity...

then God will dwell within us
we will never be lost alone forsaken ever again
the Holy spirit will dwell within us for eternity...

our soiled worn robe our flesh sin aged
we will be washed clean in an instant miraculous
we will arise in a perfect spiritual body...

we will dwell in our heavenly realm forever in paradise
sadness bitterness hate sickness tears of sorrow bliss discarded
we shall never hurt suffer again born into perfected eternity...

Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Saturday, July 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: god,life and death,lifestyle,belief,eternity,faith
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Original version of the split images 'To Climb Up To God To Meet God To Be With God', 'God Is Not Waiting On A Mountain', 'Old Age Discarded In An Instant' and 'Running To Judgement Or Gifting Compassion? ' by the poet Terence George Craddock.Written in July 2016 on the 7.7.2016.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hans Vr 22 September 2016

Just a small additional comment. I would be really grateful to read your opinion on my poem, Y/ Tuning in

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Hans Vr 22 September 2016

God is all around and in us, no matter where we are. All we have to do is tune in. I just had a wonderful discussion with few friends leaning towards atheism. We cannot see love, we cannot hear it, not smell it. Yet most will agree love is real. Some people fail to perceive love, and may think love does not exist. They miss out on such a wonderful thing. I think it is so with our God too. We cannot see or hear God. Many people manage to perceive God and It is the most wonderful form of Love we can experience. So many people choose stubbornly to miss out on this. Thought provoking poem, Terry. Well written.

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Annette Aitken 18 July 2016

God is good if you believe.

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