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A symbolic poem about God’s plan for us using Great Britain as a metaphor-a rhyming poem |
A peril of courtesies, passive delays In furthering futures, those sovereign days; Megalomania’s worthless displays Of majesty’s rivals, in so many ways. Poised to make progress, a long history Of purposeful doctrines, disclosing the theory - The wherewithal of persons becoming so weary, Becoming Big Ben, and a king’s greatest story. The Sweet Lord, Our Savior, never retreats! Competitors in soccer wearing their cleats; Working real hard may bear some defeats - But coming to life shows a person’s heart beats. Glory to royalty, such as the Queen - The Monarch’s quite holy - The Son must convene. Rock and roll’s strumming, the singing’s so clean. Pop stars still humming, their big hits, the scene… Heaven’s so mighty, a spiritual grace; Our Friend, Jesus Christ, affords us this place; Give to The Father your cherished life’s space. We will meet Our Maker, The One, face-to-face. Royal Family struggles now famously caught - Enduring legacies, worth more than we thought - The reason and purpose, God’s plan, further taught; We ask for forgiveness, that eternal flame sought… |