-his Sweet Embrace- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-HIS SWEET EMBRACE-

In sadness do I gently weep
O're simple crimes of disbelief
Lack of compassion that some teach
Across this wide Earth, it would reach.

The lies so spread that none could care
No where to live a life unfair
While others tend to follow a whim
The few, in earnest, will follow Him.

This rocky road a humbling place
For we cannot run to win this race.
Each step a treacherous ordeal,
Each day God's blessings we wish to feel.

For in each one, a fight will ensue
For possession of the soul that's so surely you,
As your life would be devoid of choice
No longer blessings to rejoice.

A drudgery of our daily life
Each day filled with an inner strife.
No joy, no light, no inner peace
No God, these sins, to then release.

Where chaos reines and pulls us down,
No smile, there lays, for just a frown.....
Two thousand years.....when will we learn
A promise that these souls will burn.

If they'll but listen, to the few
Their lives God promised to renew,
And teach them of a greater fate
And let them stand at Heaven's Gate.

As His book does open to let them through
Will you be one of His chosen few?
To dwell in Heaven's Highest Place
And feel, again, His sweet embrace.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

©3-8-06
Miss Caroline