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Open (Chaney Bennett-Lafayette, LA)


As the light shunned upon my face,
The blessings of my life unveiled upon my brain.
My soul began to ache with love from above,
His mercy ever so abundantly given to me,
Shed upon my twenty years on Earth,
His grace stretched with his loving
Arms of protection.

I thought nothing about the world, but
Rather being closer to Him,
For the things of this world will inevitably
Pass away, like a dream that one can’t
Recall in the morning, you are left
With nothing.

There was no need for me to procrastinate,
No angst or fear, except the fear of Him
In thy soul, He will and has delivered
Me from anguish, and destruction
of my soul.

Do not worry or dwindle your thumbs about
The ending of your self-centered lives, but
I urge you to take a step back and listen to
God. He’s speaking, you should listen,
Open your ears, the trumpets will soon
Sound through the nations, open your ears,
Your hearts, don’t worry about the End,
Just listen to his voice, He is here,
Prepare yourselves for Eternity,
The End.

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