Poets' Evangel

Poets' Evangel


It's a mirror
It's a ladder
It's a weapon for Mansoul
It's a bombast
From the Christ past
Crying now to be made whole.

It's a comfort
For the wounded
And a hospice for their hurt
It's a warning
To the haughty
That their Father came from dirt.

It's another
Look at Calvary
And another, yet again
It's a resume
On Jesus
Working still today for men.

It's a fairground
For the senses
But it must not leave the trail
Of the journey
Ever upward
By the folk who pass Death's Vale.

It's an invite
To the wayward
And a shelter for their night
It's adoption
To a family
Resting, washed and safe and right.

It's an offering
From the heart's purse
With but two small mites in hand.
It's a blessing
To the poets
That they hardly understand.

I love the fast pace and repetitive lines in this one.It has an especially great message. Nice work.

Awesome message indeed!

Thanks Lori for your comment. The internet is such an amazing thing for touching people...who knows where...Doug