The Blessings We Need

[dadof4]

When I was born, my Father above
Looked down on me and showed me His love.
He showed me His mercy that would never end
If I would let Him be my friend.
He told me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

I'm a little older, I now am five.
The Lord above is still alive.
He is up in Heaven watching over me;
His glory shines around, as you can see.
He tells me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

I'm now withing my teenage years.
The Lord, over me, has shed many tears
Because I have rejected him this long
And because of the things I've done wrong.
He tells me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

My twenties and thirties are all done
But still the Lord has not won.
I'm having fun; my life is great.
-I should accept Him, before it's too late.
He tells me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

My fifties have come, and I'm ill.
Is this sickness the Lord's will?
I've waited too long, the Lord can't know
That to Him I want to go.
He tells me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

My life is almost over now.
The Lord still loves me - I don't know how.
I've only one more breath to take.
I should have accepted him, for my own sake.
He tells me of blessings I could receive
If, on Him, I would only believe.

I hear shouts, and there's people who yell.
Could it be? Am I in Hell?
Oh, my Lord, how can this be?
How come this has happened to me?
You told me of blessings I could have received
If, on You, I would have believed.


I had a friend who read all my poems and she was very angry at the way I finished this one. She thought the man should have been saved. But then, this poem wouldn't show people that there is a Hell, and it is real.