Choose Wisely
There is a hope beyond the sun Far above the glistening stars A home of Joy and tranquil peace Nothing compared to an hour by the beach A home for those in Faith believing Upholding their trust till death In the king and lamb of this place The Prince and First born from the dead Jesus Christ the Son God The creator and redemption of the whole World Binoculars cannot intrude Into this Holy place Telescopes are a waste Satellites are a foolish option To relay messages from this orb A divine kingdom is this place Spiritually discerned in truth Ah... Spyware's are ludicrously feeble In intruding the privacy of this realm For its existence and buoyancy, Privacy and glory is supremely upheld By the Alpha and Omega The beginning and the end Himself. The First and Last The God of All The Lord Jehovah The Yahweh and Everlasting God He is the King of this Kingdom And His Son, the Prince within it Calls to All His creations who we are That His sacrifice we should acknowledge Believing His Existence, Believing His preeminence Believing His Lordship Believing His Love sacrifice Believing His eternal preparations for us all That we may reign forever with Him Ever to reign alive in glory Made perfect in His Glorious kingdom So what shall be your choice today? To follow after myopic scientist Whose minds are blinded By the limitations of a natural world Deceived by the ephemerals of life Led solely by the scope of sight Below the power of the eternal realm Or would you believe in the God Who created the scientist and gave him sight Breathed into his nostrils that he might live Who inspired him in the creation of All his apparatus And showed him the best way to use them all So that man could explore the wonders of God For it is the Glory of God to conceal a matter And the honor of men whom He set as kings in earth To search out this wonders, Unraveling the Great mysteries of God So, shall the created say to his creator “What have you created?” Or shall the created suddenly declare “I have no creator” Or shall you humble yourself Beneath the mighty hand of God Acknowledging His supremacy Subscribing to His omnipotence And receiving His love Indeed my dear friend The Choice is yours Choose wisely. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- Heaven is not a myth, it is Reality, Jesus Christ is not a legend, rather He is The Christ, The Truth and the Son of God. Deuteronomy 30:19-20, Proverbs 25:2, John 1:1-17, Revelation 1:8 & 21:6-8
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