Many of you who read this might be following my literary works because I have written about The Legend of Zelda, but I feel tonight I shall write something very different and touch upon serious matter.
This is a poem I wrote about the silliness of this world's transient pleasures and desires. Yes, they will comfort for a season, but in the end, what will they profit? God's gifts are much more important, for they are eternal. Don't fritter your life away fearing what other's are thinking, or waste all your time dreaming about aimless ambitions.
Don't believe in yourself; believe in God, for one day you will die, but God, His love, and His Word will last forever.
What perfect pity I have upon
The Ears that listen in silence under
A presumptuous word produced by folly
—A rumpus tone of foolish blunder!
What indignation spurs my soul
At the futile chatter sent frequently
Between the blind, wandering ones
Who squander their life for misery!
What ignorance this world displays
In an attempt to impress
—To fill their own conceited self
With glory meaningless!
What great tribulation will erupt
When their smug eyes finally see
That God exceeds their vacant ideas
—His treasures surpass their petty envies!
What hope in which I wait for now
Enduring sticks and stones
In the Name of my Heavenly Father
Who waits for me at Home.
Thank you for reading and taking these words to heart. All glory be given to God, for without him, I would be a worthless sinner. But thanks to His love and mercy, I am a writer and a friend to those who'll have me.
Romans 3:23 states, "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;"
Also, Romans 6:23 states, "For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."
The end of that verse gives us hope, as does John 3:16-17, which states, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved."
-Written by God through the untalented hand of a 15-year-old.