“Key to the Kingdom”

                       “Key to the Kingdom”

Where will you  be when the clock strikes and the hour of atonement is at hand,

Chaos, corruption, migration and abruption, will you bare the mark to transcend?

Give to him on this home coming hour and he will give you an eternal new life,

Or defy his warnings just as those in Babylon and be subjected to his full Strife.

There will be no more death, mourning or pain I am coming soon be not afraid,

I will come like that of the rain, a flood will be in store, a debt to God need paid.

Gather as those of a Sheppard herding his sheep and preparations are a must,

Those who have cast their true belief in he, are those who have earned my trust.

Unlike that of "Pilot" and “Nebuchadnezzar," self proclaimed kings of all dread,

Christ, true king of all kings who walked amongst and then returned from the dead.

Tempted by dark worshipers, with a crown of thorn thrust securely upon his head,

The Spear of destiny poked, Probed and perched until his lifeless body bled blood red.

The wind will blow where it wishes, not one will know when, where and why  it will go,

Surely all the earth’s forgotten antiquities will rebirth, when his many trumpets blow.

The sun will bow to the bellowing of the clouds, to ear mark his legacy I am told,  

Darkness crept in; stars are all blown, an introduction of the world thrust in cold.

All songs sung with serenity, streets of pearl and gates are paved of pure gold,

Your name will (unfold) the key upon entrance and his response is that of, (Behold)!

                                        Jim

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