My Father's House has Many Mansions

 MY FATHER'S HOUSE HAS MANY MANSIONS

Messengers and prophets have peopled. Years of instruction seemed to have only deaf ears.

Few heard God’s voice, but many were offended. Always the prophet was killed by the hate-filled

Thinking there was not to be a day of reckoning

Hereafter was never thought to happen to them

Existing after Earth’s body faded away

Rather the grave was a blotted hole of nothingness.

‘Senseless then and each time again and again

Honor and dignity carry little notice to warmongers

Only raping and killing as many as they touch

Using God’s name in blasphemy when they des

Swearing in His name the forbidden

Evading scriptures that tell them otherwise.

Hope springs eternal for all following God

As they do in

Spirit and truth

Mankind gathered fruits and nuts.

And when they deemed themselves elite

Named each one tighter than any others

Years, millennia, eons, brutality rose

Millennium has seen peace seldom because

Avarice has fallen into the hands of the powerful

Nonetheless, our creator has hands outstretched

Salvaging, saving those who release their ego, walking

Into the light of His loving glow

Onto mercy, grace, and forgiveness in the

Name of the Almighty in your tongue, your

Spirit will know, you will have peace, no mind to the world.

~PLMS/PCSS~4.27.2022

edited 4.27.2023

Thank you to a friend who inspired me with a quote from the Bible

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