Strange Days, and Stranger still;
. Not understanding, but they will
. They took no note, then came the Flood
. They should have listened to their God
. There was warning (plenty of)
. They were busy faking love,
. Buying, selling, busy still
. Too wrapped up to do God’s Will.
. Will humans today heed the warning,
. In these times of pain and mourning?
. Will they care when they see the dead,
. Or by Satan will they be bled?
. Wishing, crying reaching out
. To the God they chose to doubt.
. His Son will hear righteous decree,
. The wicked screaming, ‘Woe is me!”
. Jesus on his reaping ride,
. the pure White Horse he sits astride,
. neighs and snorts as good sword falls-
. More horse and riders hear the call:
. Here comes Red Horse, red as blood
. The war machine now chews it’s cud!
. Rider holding scales on Black,
. People plead for food they lack.
. As starvation sweeps the land
. Death, on Pale Horse, heeds command
. “Kill with pestilence and plague
. ” Because behind you comes the Grave!”
. Death is swift-none will be saved
. Whose works are vile and depraved.
. They will run, try to hide,
. But naught stem the global tide,
. Except for those who have God’s name
. And to their neighbors His Will proclaim!
. Who turn away from hate and rage,
. Believe Christ Ransom-turn the page.
. They delve deep into Jah’s word,
. Learn what apostles saw and heard,
. They shout a public declaration
. And proclaim their dedication!
. They trust all their God has said,
. With loyal love-with bowed head,
. “Sovereign God of all creation,
. We will be your holy nation.
. We will obey our King, your Son!”
. Now “The Real Life” has begun!
. a poem of sorts and a song of praise and warning.
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The Wind 