The Storm Poem by Lora Colon

Good one Lora! Hallelujah.

there is no blasphemy except in the mind.

A nice penning on the flow of life.... at last you have to repent for the sins you commit. You may read my poem Repentance on sins.

There's a morbid humor in this as the very end that I find really pleasing. Love this.

The clouds are forming, The storm is near, The sky's getting darker, It's almost here..... We had the warnings, The signs were sent, So wake up, sinner... Repent! Repent! liked!

A good writing. Yes, a time will come that we all be judged.. So let us wake up, confess, and have faith. By the grace of the Lord, we will be saved.

Sometimes I wonder if salvation is not more about finding 'God's kingdom here on earth' than it is about being received into heaven after we die. Christ disciple's clearly believed that He would return in their lifetimes? And well seems to me that 2000 years have passed! Understanding the rules of the game can actually make playing it a lot more fun. In any case Lora, if you are wrong, you certainly have a lot of company. Fortunately, I believe, God's Grace is sufficient for us all. All of our fears, our failures, and our excuses are largely irrelevant.