Charlax’s Gist Poem by Reginald Walker

Wondering uncertain from one day to the next,
Working for survival never needing any rest.
Building on no foundation that has not already been laid,
While marching to my final curtain,
On the strength of Jesus shed blood
On the price for my life He paid.

Rude self-centered people, all day long,
Are teaching me a path not connected to my song.
The love inside of me is taken
When they stride in perfect ignorance;
They glide on oily fingertips,
Like some forgotten hide left in the center of a hunting camp.
With maggots all at work,
No one can use the hide for clothing.
No one can make it work.

Suddenly, remembered the pain of death
Intended, oh Jesus,
Take me; make me whole and well.
Keep them all away from me!
The naked and the dead, they rise in misery,
To foster their beliefs upon a lame and ascetic figure,
An aged creature just as I am.

Beneath a clouded sky,
No moon is visible.
No sun, but Son, shines down on me today.
Life is hard and life is stirring in the clay.

Devoid of human life,
They are only interested in their own personal perspective.
Seeing nothing but the end of their own nose,
While bowing down to worship their false god.
Society of man is living in ignorance and darkness.

There is one hope for the grave atheists and the godless.
Marking time by taking up worthless spaces
Others were meant to occupy.
The end is near!
If you cannot do the work assigned to you,
Get up and let someone else try.
Oh God! The end will come too soon for some of them.

A half-remembered song about the lyrics sung.
I try to petition the LORD with Prayer.
Yes I can and hopefully,
When I kneel at the foot of His Mighty Throne,
My crown shall be replaced with one made of silver, gold, and brass.

However, the light that shines from inside the place of God,
God was not meant to ever resemble money.
Not meant to be much more than love.
He created my life.
He Loves.
Jesus Lives.
He Rules.
Jesus loves me,
Therefore, I live.