Life - Poem by Branden Hidalgo
With every action, a dire consequence.
With every impure thought, a taste of bitter punishment.
For every day spent without Him, a week of pain and suffering
I was put here for a reason. That reason is made very clear.
I wasn’t put here to partake in the joy of sin, or the humbleness of meaningless friendship.
Everytime I include myself in these things, I get put back into the same restraint.
CURSING, LYING, SMOKING, DRUNKENESS…
TUMORS, CANCER, CANCER, TUMORS, DEATH
Many can live this life with freedom to do as they please with minimal consequences.
For some reason unknown to me, I live this life on a short leash from Him. He keeps me close and if I begin to stray, he pulls on my line, so that I may come close to Him once again.
Everytime I get pulled back, a bitter punishment awaits me. Nevertheless, I am grateful that He has chosen me to keep by his side and never let go. No matter how far I stray, he always knows where to find me and never gives up on me. Although his punishments are brutal, they are nothing compared to the sacrifice His son gave for all of us.
GET UP! GET UP! He’s calling YOUR name!
I know you hear it, as do I.
Stop neglecting and get acquainted.
Stop rejecting before your life is tainted.
Don’t be afraid to lay down these sins.
They are all forgiven already. Once you are in the Kingdom they will mean NOTHING to you.
Once you are in your PERFECT Heavenly body, without wounds, or pain, or sickness, or signs of age, walking the streets of gold with Him, all of these Earthly, fleshful acts will mean nothing.
Live the life given to you by your Lord with Him in mind.
This life is a melody to God. It’s the song ringing in his ears.
Will your song please Him? Or will it leave Him in tears?
The song I sing will orchestrate perfection within it’s harmony.
It’s verse will compose a symphony.
It’s chorus will be filled with melody, playing with notes that are all in key.
It’s lyrics will define clarity with words I cannot ignore.
These words will not slowly drip, but pour.
They will pour out the rhythm of absolute perfection.
A rhythm that will lead me in the right direction.
The direction we are faced in when we are born.
After all this time, after all the thorns,
I’m finally facing the same direction I once did.
What kind of song will you sing to Him?
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