The Call Poem by Singleton M. Tate

The Call



I hear, I see
Springs of living waters
Dancing spirits lavished in pure gold
The sights of my domain never yet told

I taste, A feast
Saporous fruits milk and honey
Manna food from God be still my heart
Redolence Divine for those souls that are mine

I seek, I founded
The Nations, Creation and Man
Be not far from me in your distance land
Come... I'll refresh... Be made anew...

The Call went out... All I say is True...
Do not Die in doubt... The End is left to You...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Is heaven just a word or is it an eternal reality? Would it be eternally sad to find out you won't be there, if you die in a forever NO? Think about it... Choose ye this day who ye will serve... Jesus is calling...

Salvation is free, because God wanted all to see just where they all came from... Much more to be with Him for all of eternity in peace... With everything to gain and nothing to lose... He never wants to 'Lose You', yet it's 'Your' choice!


Not believing in the 'TRUTH' will never 'STOP' it from being just what it has always been... Blessings, T.G.☺



From the book: Open-ended Artistic Creativity
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