A Brief Collection Of Poetry Of An Allegorical Nature That Is Terrible

Thaw Winter Camp 2017 March 10-12th

  My brother and I, at a camp called Thaw,
The cold was biting, our noses raw,
But I don't care. I know what I saw,
and that was us, and God, upholding the law.

We had a fire at our backs, to keep us warm,
Our God, who with his hands, calmed the storm,
protecting us from harm, whatever the form,
as we prayed late at night, in our cozy camp dorm.

He touched us deep down, giving us hearts of love,
Forgiveness is sent, the greatest gift from above,
and we can all rest assured, that when push comes to shove
God's son descended down, like a merciful sacrificial dove.

My brother and I, will stay true to our Lord,
showering the world, and stopping Satan's Discord,
not just because we can, or because we feel bored,
but because we want to see God's will restored.

Others stand with us, strong at our backs,
helping us resist, all of Satan's attacks,
but though many burdens, around us he stacks
God fills in our weaknesses, so that we can relax..

We have many friends, as we have many Foes,
and I will stand with, my best friend , a Rose
Praying to and Answering God in a fanciful prose,
Adamantly following God's plan, anywhere it goes.

God gave us all parts, from thoughts to emotions,
and though this may in time, cause some commotions,
He calms down the storm, like Jesus on the Oceans,
our parts answering His Will, and All of his Notions.

Our parts all exist for God's known reason,
And will be called on, in their due season,
that whether, against God, we commit treason,
We will call out his name, without any elision.

God touched all our hearts, my brothers and sisters,
so that we could worship him, and against sin be Resistors,
and bring Followers from all paths, like Junction Transistors,
and with faith in Him, our hearts and souls shall not blister.

We learned to be more than just Fans, but to be committed,
to God and his works, that from our sins we're acquitted,
By Jesus's blood, from which we've all benefited,
If that He is the one true God, we've all Admitted.

I would like to apologize, for going on long,
and point out that this prose, isn't really a song,
But our God is more powerful, than Satan's Throng
and it is only by His Mercy and Faith that we are Strong.

Finally, We must strive to be more than a fan,
we must be committed in every way that we can,
placing upon sin, and dark and evil desire a ban,
that with Faith, In Heaven, we'll be at His Hand.

I hope that one day, praising God will give me,
as much pleasure as playing, or watching TV,
I pray to him often, and hope fanatically,
That one day in, Heaven, My God I will see.