A Spent Shell Casing
By Frederick Blanchard
When the trigger is purposely pulled,
For the timing of rapture is to be,
Out from a casing like lightning,
Our soul will finally be set free.
Left behind lying in earth’s dust,
The spent casing will lie still,
While life’s energy travels on,
Leaving by God’s design and merciful will.
The empty shell becomes discarded,
When a spirit within harkens the call of Calvary,
And focuses on the target of eternal glory,
While ejecting the casing of sins captivity.