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Submitted by fthillsboomer on 21 February 2008 - 2:38am.
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Ring the doorbell said the preacher
he’ll answer and invite you in
there you’ll find others with you
In need of saving from their sin
Be not afraid of the Gilded Entry
fear not the guardians at the gate
simply grasp the cord of sweet forgiveness
and let God take hold of your fate
Shield your eyes against the brilliance
that shining light of his glorious host
which shall appear like a wondrous lightshow
go through the door and past the post
There you’ll see your glorious father
tis there you’ll know your just reward
when in Heaven’s bounty you’ve rested
you’ll know what life was headed toward
OK preacher I’ll do as you tell me
as it’s written in your righteous tome
Yet I can’t help but wonder sometimes
What If I knock and God’s not home?
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
God's not home
This is skillfully penned, RT. Wish I could comment on the subject matter, but it’s not been my forte for many years now. I think we write what we believe, what we hope - and that is what is important.
~ Ronda
Thanks Rhonda
When it comes to faith there are no experts, its not a niche. All of us experience both hope and doubt, some on a minute by minute basis. There is an old saying, “There are no atheists in a foxhole.”
RT