Tuesday, 18 October 2011

The End

Owners of the world and empty hope
      in vanity head for the downward slope
Theirs is the crown of fool's gold
      with nothing but sulfur it withholds
Bedazzling though, to the minds so lame
      in the fiery lake it will be put to shame.

Yet the blessed, who live up unceasing
      to the name bestowed
      by the Spirit Most Hallowed
              they are obedient on His golden road
              faithful on His trail of blood.
These will share the glory of the King,
a crown, so bright, it forces the sun to sink.


by: Anna Elissa

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