Nature
Angel of Death
In darkness of the night I spied him in a tree Sat I froze by the sight He was looking at me The summer's heat became a chill The angel of death at his kill My heart skipped with the fright Blinked my eyes to bet'r see Glanced back with all my might Parted he my comp'ny My chest was quickly pounding still The angel of death at his kill I did rise and take flight The fear made me to flee From darkness into light To free captivity Unbinding my soul from his will The angel of death at his kill Many years since that night Gazed I on that braz'n be Mem'ries of still incite Fears of my slavery Existence of him makes me ill The angel of death at his kill
by Udiah
Too Much of a Good Thing
Too much of a good thing may be bad' As the old cliche' goes So always do things in moderation Just like The Lord of Heaven knows The blessings of God are great As anyone can clearly see And when done in moderation We all can live quite free That's the common sense He gave us Each and every one So practice it in our own ways And His blessings will fill our days Now that does not mean to take The middle of the road each time That just means to do what's right And give glory to His name For one will get smashed standing In the middle of the road If one fails on which side to stand At the very least when the Word is told
by Udiah
wow thts a really amazing poem...
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Not a sight you would want to see just keep on the path of the almighty and you will be safe....regards