#WritcoPoemPrompt8

Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.

Not knowing what is ahead,
They bow at his feet,
Giving him Glory and Honour,
Some doing it out of Vanity,
Some doing it out of Love,
Some wanting dilverence,
From this Prince of the World,
Who endlessly remind them of their Iniquity,
"How worthless you are to me" he says,
Leading them to run into the loving embrace of this Prince of Life,
Shining upon the world his face so bright,
Whom if the sinful look up on will become Inclined,
To be set free from this world which makes them Blind.

They know once they run into his kingdom,
They are free to leave,
whenever they want,
But once they are out,
Havoc is waiting on their hands and feet, Depths of unquenchable fire,
Burns their heart until it melts.

Missing a love they took for granted,
A love beyond belief,
A love that can reshape a man's heart into a brand new life.

Pray all you want,
But you had your chance,
You knew of his glory on high,
You knew of his endless Mercies,
You knew of his Humility and Strength,
But yet you still decided,
With the free will he gave,
To deny him.


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