Don't Play With Fire Don't feed the flames of passion kindling wood: your members, thus igniting vile infernos- leave paths of devastated fields of souls; their ashy timbers build no worship temples. The seeds of sin when sown bring forth a crop, and on the winnowing floor must they be thrashed. But only chaff remains - no valued growth; the worthless crop, but fuel to feed hell's forge. The acts, when passion's flaming fires are fed, across historic pages thus inscribed, are records of man's deprivated deeds: atrocities of degenerated minds. Don't play with fire, for hell burns bright enough, And lend your members not to ember's sparks. Extinguish all the fires your passions start, or fuel Hell's fires throughout eternity ! Tunnel Vision The darkest night is death and yet, it brings the light of dawning after, which I must envision something keeping hope alive forever. Seasons mingling ever faster, hastening toward unknown hereafter; many say has been explained but I not fully comprehend. That which eludes my understanding: dark but temporal sleepless night, appears as just a tunnel, which I pass through seeking, eternal light. Deathlessness Death stalks along the path I tread each day - His bag of tricks in hand to snatch life's breath. With cunning plans He lays in wait to clip the silver strands that bind my heart and soul. I know not when his crafty plot succeeds: that destined date I rush toward with haste. Yet his is not the choice which calls the shot my heart's beat stops by no chance circumstance. There is a God who sets appointed times when strands unwind and souls and hearts depart. Death gets the hearts and stops their clock-works then, but souls tick on throughout eternity. My heart will someday rot within the grave and death may send it's worm to eat the flesh, But I have made a choice to save my soul: it's God, not death, who claims it in the end. Rot Not The man, Isaiah, prophesied: "A child be born someday, and He'd proclaim He came to show mankind the only way." "The truth and light would come from such, a child of lowly birth; His power and name would soon be spread to men throughout the earth." The scriptures say that Jesus heals and true salvation brings; He must be known by us as Lord of Lords and King of Kings. Isaiah wrote this prophesy, God wanted him to tell: "The time is near . . . believe it now, or forever . . . Rot in Hell"!
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