Poetry by Aussie

Don't Come Alone

The trumpet sounded, all were called
To meet before the Lamb,
And to Him went, both great and small
Before Him, all to stand

But going there, I was alone
Without a single friend,
I bowed down low before the throne
Prayed God I’d not offend

He looked at me, tears in his eyes
Asked where my friends all were.
I said, “You took me by surprise,
On earth they’re all still, Sir.

“If I had known You’d come so soon
I would have told them, Lord.
But later’s what I did presume
Their souls what I ignored.

“Oh, please, dear God, just let me go
This judgment do postpone,
I want to tell my friends this so
I’ll not come here alone.”

And yet I knew the time was up
I’d waited far too long,
For to my friends the doors were shut
And I had done them wrong

You see if I’d a second chance
I’d tell the whole wide world,
I’d plead until a friend recants
To Hell he’d not be hurled

But now you know, you still have time
Its use is what’s allowed,
And you can waste it, like I mine
Or meet God with a crowd.

Living in a boxed world

The walls are solid
I feel so cramped
There's no room to breathe
No way out

Stretching my arms
I try to help
I shout for someone
No one comes

How did I ever
Arrive in this world
Why did God make me
Trapped in a box

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About Aussie

Aussie is a regular contributor to Mission FireFly.

I like writing, what can I say? It's not like I can just sit down anytime and do it, though. It's a mood thing. Somedays it comes and somedays it goes. I also like art (more on the modern side) and writing my own songs.