|Posted by Asa on February 11, 2015 at 10:30 AM|
I wrote this poem also quite a while back describing how this world can't offer anything that compares to Jesus:
This world cannot offer the level of Love,
or the Joy found in Jesus alone,
From the oceans below to the mountains above,
I no longer consider this 'Home'.
Shallow pleasures of Sin, for which I were a slave,
Began many wars of the past,
They Remain beside footprints approaching the grave,
The Door to the Joy which will last.