Due to the limitations of Y/A I have had to post this in a single column, However, to return this to its original form;
Copy and past onto a Word document putting the Poem in two EVEN columns!. The top line will read;
“How will you glory in this place angels Repentance is not something that you should do”
(Left Hand Side)
How will you glory in this place angels
Each one of you created in splendor
And if you, could want more, then God would give
Verily I will say this now unto you
Each one of you worship without excuse for
Nothing else left here, for you now to do
More than we deserve, that He should give
I need His mercy; it endures for you to do
Good too, be a blessing from Him through you
Has He not always provided for His Angels!?
Those who forever cherish His splendor
You know what life is really for
Forever, we seek to be like you
And the love we had before
Let the light that comes from angels
Lead us to love and freely give
Encouraging us in the work to do
Not knowing how we can truly glory in your splendor
The angels that are made little higher than you
Have all the splendor and know what it is for
Entrusted are those that will give and do
(Right Hand Side)
Repentance is not something that you should do
Each one made as the Lords Angels
Blessings like the manna that fell before
Each are guilty of abuse of splendor
Lying about the glory that been placed upon you
So pray that in His Mercy, He will give
A second chance to those fallen before
Not for you to decide, who you will give
God in His entire magnificent splendor
Even telling exactly what to do
Love to live a life like His true angels
So why did you not pray like how He taught you
Underneath the beauty of all that Splendor
Now waits in the darkness prepared for you
Shine forth no more; let it be given to those that do
Each day without excuse, like before
Each one an account they will give
Now that you are fallen angels
Each are angels in true splendor
Nothing can stop them giving gifts to you
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