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Special Invitations, by Order of the King

There was once was a lady who cried: "Lord, I haven’t a home!"
She had nary a pet to comfort so she’d consoled herself on the phone.
A weary traveler cried out "Please, feed me for I have nothing to eat."
But the shop-keeper grumbled, “it is late and my family is fast asleep.”

With this, it’s often said that many are called but mostly they’re frozen.
Perhaps this is why Christ spoke to the poor-, rather than the chosen.
Some trust in chariots, others in horsed, but the humble yield God homage.
Wow to ones in a gilded-cage, sins protruding off like water with plumage.

“Come bag-um and tag-um, and leave no corners unturned,” Said the King.
The watchman is the eyes of the people, hearing-hearts will victory sing.
The King called for a banquet, but with clean garments you can come.
Paradise is rewarded to the faithful-true; not one hungry is lost or undone.

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  • Electric Sunrise gold member
    May 1, 2007

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    Now this is a brilliant write, i really enjoyed reading it, it highlights your creative side quite well. Very nicely written, food for thought all so. Thanks for sharing this write with the A.P World


  • rite
    May 1, 2007

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    It has never been a threat of a cruel merciless GOD to say that HIS kingdom can only be continued with uncorrupted souls. HE will forgive whatever there is to forgive and beyond measured against human's own standards, but having souls totally and utterly corrupted in the impending re-creation of Creation would be like inserting an incurable disease into living tissue. GOD will try HIS utmost to guide souls toward The Light, but some souls are so evil and stubborn that they are beyond help, have become so corrupted that they're beyond help. Thank you for creating and sharing this metaphoric poem. Take care,

    Chris