The True Paradise - Poem by SarahLaney Long
In a place called the true paradise
where there is no death, sadness sorrows or pain
he was specially appointed by his father
to oversee our transformation from death to life again.
He carries with him some very important keys
that can unlock the doors of this world's miseries
but to obtain these very important keys
the world must first confess and denounce all inequities.
How many of you would like to meet him face to face?
and thank him personally for taking your place
on that old wooden cross where all your sins was lost
where he suffered tremendously and paid a heavy cost.
My friends, won't you get on your knees today?
and try your utmost best to meet him half way
if in distress call on him don't sit and mope
for, for us he is the only way and hope.
By his grace you have been saved through faith
if you believe this you're a step closer to the pearly gates
of that special place he had prepared for us above
where we'll live forever with him and those we love.
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