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This is the story of all of us esp. me...Standing on earth the day of the Lords return. I think I am saved...but in all reality, am I?


Submitted:Mar 15, 2014    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Wind and Rain,
not displayed.
Scars and Pain,
will soon fade.

Sorrow and War,
will wave good-bye.
Hurting no more,
the earth will reply.

Something strange,
Its in the air.
A cloudy range,
but we are all Unaware.

We live our day,
once again.
Just go on our way,
never saying Amen.

It happens Fast,
yet slow it goes.
We rewind through our past,
and are reminded of our foes.

To some the Lord says "Come",
"my child I am here",
To others, "Depart from,"
"you said I would never re-appear."

My heart hurts,
as I see them all leave.
Did I not have that source,
of Love I now perceive.

I thought I was saved,
lost inside of His Grace.
Now I stand ashamed,
in my imaginary place.

The Unexpected will appear,
though most have worldly concern.
Each day we must persevere,
Are You ready for the Lords Return?





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