As A Witness For A Short Time

As A Witness For A Short Time long poem

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lime light beams pressing in all around the stage
angie’s face was beaming to the whole crowd

listen my dear brothers and sisters i have a
message for all of you tonight

coming from the Golden Light with stardust
beams in his hair
with firey coals at his feet

My mother is hear to listen too since we are
in the very last days.

I was sent to give you a message and a last time
warning too.

Last chance to get your spiritual life right
just in time before he comes
to take his beleivers home.

others are here tonight which want no part of the light.
My father is here besides my mother.
My mother has tried many times to tell him about Jesus and
his plan of salvation.

Daddy I love you I have been with the Lord many years now.
He sent me back just for this short time.
His heart is broken for you the savior loves you just that much.

Daddy I have met your mother my grandmother
She knows you miss and love her with all of your heart.
The message she gave me to you was son please make things
right with Jesus and give him your life.

I want you to be at peace and live with me into eternity son.
Daddy mama still loves you too but she cant be with you.
Not unless you confess your need of the savior
and truly repent in order to go home.

Daddy mama loves God,Jesus and the Holy Spirit and has for many
years. Please Daddy for me and all the rest of your family.

Now my words are to the rest of you all here.
Jesus died on the cross over two thousand years ago
this is your last time for you to accept him and beleive him.

Angie says Mama I will see you soon..
Lets pray for Daddy that he will make it.

Daddy had moved to a quiet corner of the room away from
everyone.He made the right choice to become a child of God
that day.

Angie says Daddy thank you for making the right choice
now we call all be together when you and mama are called
home at the trumpet sound.

Many others made a life choice just in time
for three years later heads were placed on
the gillotene loving God and not the other.

Suddenly I woke from a sound sleep
knowing this was not just a dream
God had allowed Angie to come back
as a witness for a short time.

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My name is Betty Redd. I love to read and write poetry. I have two children both grownup with each having two children of their own. I am the oldest of six children. I have three sisters and two brothers. are. My father was one of thirteen children growing up in the great depression. My mother was born in the middle of the depression in a family of six children. I do know from seeing the newspaper article that one of my ancestor's helped settled the Cimmorran trail of 1889. My other sister found our family coat of arms with gray helmet red black and yellow shaped the rest . One other bit of information I had another ancestor called Robert Quinn in the year of 1205 who was a poet too. Maybe that's where I get the urge to write and compose poetry.
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