Book Of Life Poem by Luke Easter

As thoughts travel from the mind to the heart,
And spoken words cause my lips to part,
Spewing forth praise, honor and glory as an art,
This is the way everyday needs to start.

Are you docile, are you humble, and are you meek?
Matt.6: 33 the Kingdom of Heaven first you must seek,
Before anything else will ever be done,
Genuinely pray to the Father through the Son.

Those who do not give God the glory,
In the almighty name of Jesus Christ,
They will not share in the promise,
For the blessed gift of eternal life.

Holler, shout, jump, jive and wail,
The Kingdom of Heaven will soon prevail,
Don’t be caught standing in the wrong line,
Only the Father knows the exact date and time.

You will not conquer the strongman without a sneak attack,
Never being able to subdue him unless it’s behind his back,
On guard, be ready, for the second coming of Christ,
There will only be one time we don’t get to do it twice.

God wants to see in what manner this earthly realm is carried,
Not impressed with an expensive mausoleum where you’re buried,
Only on this planet is someone else allowed to pay the price,
For another caught in the center of a wrong not doing right.

Although an unGodly world our Godly conduct can still be right,
The only thing that matters is your name in The Book Of Life,
It’s up to you to choose forever where you’ll dwell,
A mansion in heaven or an apartment in hell.

Woe be to those who will experience the grief,
An eternity of weeping and gnashing of teeth,
Infinity in suffering with Satan and his kind,
Choosing to act on thoughts he shoots in your mind.

For 24 hours a day are here then they’re gone for good,
Don’t live tomorrow for yesterday thinking well, I should…
Eternity begins but never ends even with life on earth,
Live everyday through Jesus Christ knowing what you’re worth.

A seasoned grain of salt that’s pleasing to the taste,
Never allow a day to go by where you sit and waste,
The sun, the moon, the stars, whatever the weather may be,
Father in the name of Jesus thanks for all You've done for me.

I know that I could never send a child of mine,
To suffer the likes of Jesus for so many who are still unkind,
It’s not my place to tell You those who are doing dirty deeds,
For while I lived my sinful ways You still smiled down on me.

Psalm 106: 2, 'never will there be enough pleasing words to say, '
For there are still only 24 hours in each and everyday,
Days turn into months and months continue on for years,
Forever growing becomes the sinful world no wonder Jesus had tears!