The Pilgrim's Progress part 1 - Redemption

Poem 2:

Redemption

Part 1

Christian in the City of Destruction looked up to the sky
He saw...

There was fire outbreak in the city,
but people seemed not aware.
They danced with the smile on,
But the smiles didn't reflect on their eyes.

The doomsday came near,
The end was here
The city would be in fire drown,
As the time lot had already drawn.

How fickle is human life?
How easy has it appeared and gone?
Life is like a vapor,
trapped in a soulless endeavor.

Drunk!
Fool
Lust!
Slowly suck souls down in endless mire.

The burden went heavy and heavy.
It piled up higher and higher..
dragging souls beneath it went under.



Christian went down under..



 Part 2
Christian told the story...

As I groveled on the ground,
A hand reached out to me.
It's a hand of Preacher,
The only hand that comes on my way.

His smile pasted on his face,
Hint of joy reflected on his eyes.
He said to me to go through a narrow door,
to the Hill of Redemption.

I turned the door's knob,
Wobbled along the narrow path.
Straight to the Hill of Redemption,
Climbing and carrying all my heavy burden.

As I climbed higher,
My eyes went misty,
My heart grew weary.
Remembered all my sins.

How I did not deserve to be here,
How filthy I was.
How I sinned against the Holy One,
How I regretted it all

My eyes fixed on the cross,
As my sin buried me under.
I cried and asked forgiveness,
for all my sins and trespasses.

Suddenly, the heavy burden fell off from my shoulders,
Rolling down on the hill to bottomless ravine.
I felt refreshed for the first time,
Not again under the heavy piles.

My heart leaped with joy,
My soul soared high.
My eyes brimmed with joyful tears,
at last, my burden has gone!


#poem #pilgrim's progress

 "Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest" - Matthew 11:28


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