In the Gray Skies, by ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ Subscribe to rss feed for <font color= ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~ ">

A long time ago, in a far away land
far beyond Heavens beautiful shores
a battle ensued, and rebellion it brewed
while the Kingdom cleaned house,
it also gathered scores.

The remanent was sealed in a predestined deal
and the rest is unraveled each day 
within life.
our joy, it struggles sorrow, and we wait for tomorrow
to see what the outcome will tally over night.

These colors will blend, and dark light it will bend
and the sun will travel across the sky
to limit  our space we call it a day,
remaining so still  as these  moonlight serenades play 
in the gray skies.

 Then dawing a light, The Son, in the midst of the night
Hark, a sound that' s never been heard here before...
 when  His trumpet does blow, just be sure that you know
 Barring all trouble and strife in the last trump,  
You will know if your name has been written 
in the Lamb's Book of Life.


         ~*~

 So, time.. you now have 
to make your destination sure
why prolong and live uncertainly?
Make sure your eternal destiny.
Read John 3:16 .

written by Glostarg 
7/22/10
Posted: 2010-07-22 05:12:57 UTC

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