Think About It
Lawrence S. Pertillar 1947 (Connecticut)
How many each day,
Awaken to again experience...
That wonderful feeling of being blessed,
To express...
Their appreciation to be stressed.
Irritated and agitated.
With a doing to await happily,
For what to them comes next.
Think about it.
If not for God being everywhere.
Omni-present.
Omni-this and that.
Testing our faith and evaluating,
What more on Earth can we take.
To dump more on our backs to accept,
As best as we can.
Who else could we depend upon,
Testing our faith continually.
With a doing to judge our activities.
After and not before,
Done to do to reveal...
To whom or who deserves wings to fly.
Around Heaven day and night.
Adorning halos and golden slippers.
Proving all tests have been passed.
Hmmm.
And God...
With HIS flowing blond hair and blue,
Sparkling hypnotizing eyes.
Begins to hand out certificates.
From an enormous bright gleaming light.
Excited to introduce the arrival,
Of His chosen Angels.
Flawed and blemished free!
Who would not want to be,
In that kind of atmosphere?
Think about it.
What other reason would any of us be here?
Plus...
Who does not believe,
God is the Most and Highest...
Jealous Deity of them all.
Especially listening to hear others,
Claiming themselves,
To be the chosen ones.
Has God not said,
HAVE NO OTHER 'gods' before ME or else?
'Or else what?'
Hey...
That is in the Bible.
Who the other 'gods' may be?
Is not my priority.
Nope.
But...
I know this to keep believed,
If God has said...
HAVE NO OTHER 'gods' before ME!
Or else?
I suspect God knows what the deal is.
And I am not about to request,
My test be multiple choice to pass it!
Not in these days and times.
Although I will admit,
Of having my own suspicions!
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Written on December 13, 2023
Submitted by lpahtillah on December 13, 2023
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