Salvation

As I walk through the golden halls of Heaven,
I come upon the throne of Him whose number is seven.
Fear rolls over me as all is revealed.
It is to His awesome power and love that I yield.
Here sits the one who died for my soul’s salvation,
And has united man from every man’s nation.

A choir of angels lifts up in one voice
The name of Him we came to by choice.
Their silver wings and immense splendor
Fight them a contest to which they humbly surrender.
For none are as magnificent as He
Because with each hammer fall, He sent us all free.

Death was a powerful opponent,
But He acted as our only proponent,
And to our knees we now fall
To the one who always has known all.
Glory to God in the highest!
Who at the judgment seat is unbiased.

We all come to the end of our journey
Where His blood acts as our only attorney.
We are young and old, sinner and priest,
For whom He defeats that great Beast.
The serpent is crushed beneath His heel,
And man is taken back to His ideal.

Ah, my dearest fellow writer. How I’ve missed thy poetic words. Makes my heart warm and I smile with a kind glee to see thy gentle soul once again. Words can’t express my inner excitement but I must push that aside for now to read you once again, just like the good old days.

*takes a deep breath*

I can see improvement and I love how you express yourself so eloquently on this piece. Definitely the rhyming makes a better effect as well. As always, I enjoy your writings and I am soooo glad you posted this. I wish to see more of your works and damn…I just realized I haven’t posted anything for a while either =O

*goes & looks for one & updates my thread too* lol =P

Oh btw, you know that there is poetry contest about to start

A young man looks at a blue sky,
And watches the clouds drift by.
He closes his eyes and sighs
And wishes to there forever lie.

His brother reaches out his hand,
"Come, time to get out of the sand.
Together we follow Father's command
And spread His name throughout the land."

And so they go off to the Spoken War;
Little boys they are no more.
They've left for distant shores;
There they'll open many closed doors.

Like soldiers they stand forever proud,
And speak to the endless crowd.
Where their Father has allowed
They will lift up the heavy shrouds.

Love the rhyming once again, I noticed that you prefer this type of style which is a very hard to do. Meaning as in hard to when there is sentiment behind it, and in your case it shows the effort well put arranging the words to match the emotion. Excellent job dear B. I am always looking forward to read more of you ^_^