Bright
embers float beyond the rocky point, I wonder where they drift.
On
an unseen sea they roll,
Sailing
as ships upon waves that unceasingly shift.
Gone
into the night high and above all things, they’re like souls going home.
Forced
into their ghostly state,
They
rise as if fleeing demons sitting on a treacherous throne.
And
scattered are some as heaven they seek, I know their wayward path.
For
their glowing light burns out,
And
as to ash they turn, back to earth they are cast.
What
are the waters that I walk upon, my life as a testament?
For
it is by faith I stand,
And
it is by faith that will lead me into judgment.
We
are all ash except by God’s own hand, Jesus Christ makes the difference.
Stand
forever or burn out,
The
choice for Jesus is our only deliverance.
There
I go, as I watch the embers float, gone above all the others.
For
into God’s hand I’ll go,
And
will avoid being worthless smoke that just hovers.
Selah
Bright Embers by
Ronhales
Revelation
21:27
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