#Poetry #Poem
IMPERISHABLE CROWN
by Bill Kochman
01-02-2017
Kings of old fought in many wars,
Protected by their weapon stores.
Shields, helmets, swords and more,
Keeping their crown was a chore.
Enemies many wanted king’s throne,
Just to make that crown their own.
But short-sighted were those men,
Never thinking about living again.
Blinded by what was before eyes,
Always believing Satan’s old lies.
No hope for an imperishable crown,
Never seeing God’s Heavenly Town.
