Note: This is one excerpt of a 3 Part Poem
 

Fitted to contend with horses and leave behind the footmen,

This privilege bestowed upon me I in no wise lightly esteem,

I am removed by God in Spirit to see the places of registration

where the newly departed dead check-in to their eternal destination.

 

I am witness to the judgment chambers of the pit of death,

My charge given to a keeper of the kingdoms of the earth,

I am unaware of this aforehand but my refuge is the Lord,

I slide not upon another’s whim, only of His accord.

 

The apple of His eye, they can in no manner harm or me defile,

Their authority over me extends only to tempt me with guile,

The first chamber a den of outlaws consumed by greed, deceit and pride,

I hear the smooth voice of their lord welcoming his newly arrived.

 

His voice is authoritative but I declare “his words are not all-knowing”,

Beyond his princes’ good looks, style and charm, Lucifer’s grande façade exposing,

Idolaters and wicked pretenders cloud the truth and dim the light,

Revealed they must permit my exit to resume my journey through the night.

 

A standard waves above their camp my Lord allows me to see,

The banner depicts this brood venomous, a band of murderers and thieves,

I am overwhelmed by understanding and cry out to God for swift rescue,

He draws me safely forward to yet a second chamber I review.

 

I breathe a sigh of relief at truth laced tightly around my breast,

This place is filled with foolishness, vanity and childishness,

Blasted by evidence heaped up against them they don’t seem to have a clue,

Their store so cluttered up with toiletries I cannot find a clear way through.

 

The children here are well equipped but satisfied with immaturity,

They choose to play instead of managing adult responsibility,

They are well organized and professional, they know how to win the game,

They cannot discern the valuable; I accept gifts once bestowed on them.

 

The third chamber is icy cold, steeped in anguish, sickness and fear,

They are void of any emotion, callousness registered here,

There is enchantment, gross indecency and sexual immorality,

Enslaved by prostitution by lepers of the colony.

 

The atmosphere is poisonous, filled with toxic impurity,

The corrosive breath of death itself inhaled deeply and eagerly,

The abominable indwelling make room for to my stay prolong,

I declare “by His stripes I am healed,” and win the tug of war.

 

The fourth chamber where the dead check-in, arriving here by air,

The lifestyle of the rich and famous; pretentious and debonair,

There is envying and backbiting, murmuring, gossip and strife,

Those whose hearts were lifted up in the pride of their life.

 

There is no respect, mercy or sacrifice, their works are superficial,

The prime objective sustaining luxury by positions influential,

Here is selfishness and earthly wealth, insolence and missed guidance,

A lofty line of complainers daring to question God’s omnipotence!

 

I solemnly declare His sovereignty and His righteous judgment,

I proclaim “God is in charge; period; that’s the end of it.”

On this last attempt at my seduction my keeper struggles vainly to conceal

his identity, the persona behind the mask is to my eyes revealed.

 

He must carry me back across a snow-drifted wilderness,

My mind renewed from that I’ve seen and cleansed of filthiness,

My guard not allowed to step beyond, to tread the way that leads me home,

I am awakened safe and sound, thankful to God for my return.

 

These are the holding cells for all eternity, consider well your days upon the earth,

This only a taste of captivity, a place of separation and dearth,

If you do not know, confess and profess truth you will never be released,

Turn your heart and life to Jesus Christ, gain now eternal peace.

 

This is the big refrigerator preserving death for the cauldron,

The wrath of God is seething to fuel the lake of hellfire and brimstone,

This merely the introduction, the admissions counter, the waiting room

for those who never formed relationship with Him by way of His Son.

 

This is an all-inclusive trip to all eternity,

You have paid up all expenses and even your flight is free,

Step up, check-in, register here if perchance it is your time,

Slide on down to your destiny with the rest of human slime.

 

The four horsemen riding four horses are the four judgment seals,

Sent forth by the holy Lamb they accomplish their tasks with zeal,

Authority is given them to equally divide the spoil,

They spare not, they halt not, for the pot begins to boil.

 

They walk to and fro upon the earth collecting damning evidence,

They wield weapons of destruction above all human means of self-defence,

The only way to overpower them is by the blood of Jesus Christ,

They pass over those bearing His seal, these riders of the night.

 

Adorned in a tapestry of light, like white, the first may subdue,

He interfaces truth with subtlety the discerning eye sees through,

The wreath entwined upon his head a blasphemous symbol of honour,

He compromises and distorts the truth as he goes forth to conquer.

 

The second flames as fiery red, his vesture plainly evident

yet he takes away prosperity from the young, simple and ignorant,

They can neither see nor understand that heaped against their foolish ways,

His justice brings punishment for vanity and wasted days.

 

The third is black who bears a yoke serving as a beam of balance,

Wickedness he weighs against measure of faithfulness,

Those withdrawn into corruption, slaves coupled with their masters,

The pull of opposing forces where the destructive weigh heavier.

 

The fourth horse is greenish pallor, sickness akin near-death,

With much delegated influence they are destroyed by hunger and dearth,

The place for departed souls serves him as he goes forth to butcher,

Those who in life exalted themselves brought down by his sabre.

 

These are the garbage collectors who sort through the human waste,

They remove the putrid and the vile into their rightful place,

The quarter-horses are the breed of choice, the means of transportation,

To cart the garbage to the dump of non-biodegradation.

 

They are the movers and the shakers heaping up the living lump

to form for all eternity the human garbage dump,

Their weapons forged of heavy metal to divide for them their lot,

The secretion oozes from their vaults where the garbage sits to rot.

 

The main attraction is yet to feature, performance of the final act,

Unveiling of the finished work, the symphony yet to climax;

Life is a prelude to forever, wisely play your hand,

Walk in fellowship with God by way of the precious Son of Man.

 

Jesus is the antioxidant from all things evil and unclean,

Be escorted from the funeral to dwell forever serene,

This is the place where all things meet, the past aligns the future,

Only those clothed in His righteousness are certified as pure.

 

Heaven and earth will pass away but His Words will endure,

From eternal torment those He knows and loves He will deliver,

Conduct life a harmony of charity, integrity and peace,

Jesus Christ the only provision for eternal release.

 

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