In my own bible, with every breath
I read, scriptures the Lord had said,
A comforter will lead you into all truth,
And anoint the crown of your head.
Salvation gave you what you never had,
Fruit of the Spirit covers the entire fall.
The Art of joy made simple hearts glad
Gifts of tongues answer the Savior's call.
Became poor, when the heart was sore,
Cross again overcome the short-lived pain,
wounded for the sins he had to bore;
In heaven, our names will always remain.
Many yearn for the same sound as I,
The sound of a rapturous trumpet in the air
Over every town, the tune wandered by,
And angels trod beside our doubts and fear.
The gift is free, the journey is expensive
Littering burden through fields and byways,
Mock bleached years being more offensive
Prayer found peace where the skylight stays.
On the journey testimony lightening other loads,
We meet in tears where the water stood.
And seasons rearrange the country roads,
Leaving earth under a torrent of a flood.
In all there is to live, the gift of life is free
But we know, the journey is expensive.
It will cost your dreams, freedom, and liberty
But it's worth taking a chance to believe?
There is a life to live with all your heart,
Worth having every day and every night,
Mercies make desire bloom with a fresh start,
Longing for the hope that springs eternal light.
Appreciate what you have, and strive for more,
Heaven may not be here on this earth.
But among the stars could be your future,
We exist until the reign ends our strength.
That's when you are ready to retire,
Invisible to those asleep at sultry sunset,
Fading strength like the hues blaze flower,
Cold sleep drapes divide the blurred silhouette.
The gift of life was not delivered by the Big Book written to further mythology. Life was formed from the primordial swamp for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Gerry Legister. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.