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A poem about the second-coming


Submitted:May 5, 2012    Reads: 3    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Wake up!
Are you listening?
Tell me, child, do you percieve me?
Perk up and hear this proclamation
For this is the
Voice of the Lord
Look at the white clouds
Rolled over on their happy bellies
See the trees
Wave their barked branches
Their leaves swirl with praises
Creation is thirsty,
It's stirring
For the return of the Messiah
Is drawing near
Oh yes, Son of Adam
The Lord is coming
You hear it in the thunder
The groaning of the Earth
Sweet Jesus will save us
From the seven seals of mirth
Pre-trip, mid-trip, post-trip
We're all the same
We will be caught up in the sky
On that glorious day
Prepare your hearts
The day is coming soon
Climb down from your perches
And man your stations
Angels are being sent out
Let's send the Gospel
To every nation
Heavenly beings are preparing
For the wedding
So let's not wait,
But shall we work with haste
Spread your gift
Until the trumpet blasts at last




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