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Poetry : Spiritual Cries

Updated on May 1, 2011

Why do we seek the things that we choose to believe?
We will plead with their honesty down on our knees.
With swords and daggers at our throats we cry...
He lives for us so for Him we will die!
Why is it easy to call out an outcast with demise of their own.
Like saying an animal is wrong in the things they have known.
Spiritually spiraling out of control.
We all seek something to grab and to hold.
Will you seek the one who has always been?
Will you acknowledge him in front of a friend?
So many doubt what they always believed...
Yet when death stares them down, they beg and they plead.


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      schoolgirlforreal 3 years ago

      Very beautiful poetry. I believe God wants us all to go to heaven, but sadly not all want to go.

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      ii3rittles 6 years ago

      Thanks Astra! It's about pretty much everything you said! I can tell you write poetry because you understood mine. :)

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      Cathy Nerujen 6 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      What a wonderful poem. Posing a good question, as to who will got to can also read as an invitation to believe. And it might also be about someone non-religious, maybe a key family figure of authority. Nice imagery too.

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      ii3rittles 6 years ago

      Thanks Jack! Its quite sad, but your right. Not everyone is meant to go to Heaven. I'd like to think all the people I love will go, but truth is, not many of them will.

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      Apostle Jack 6 years ago from Atlanta Ga

      Well said.We all are invited to the feast of God..but everyone will not come for one reason or another.Heaven was not meant for everyone,that is why there is a hell.I just speak the words of God...and let the chips fall where they may.

      Your poem have volume and great inspiration.