Growing Cold Poem by Clarence Prince

We living in this fast moving world
With some people wicked and bold
There must be a need to slow down
If not our wits could simply drown
We in this very fast moving world
There can't be much not yet told
It's pushing life way out of bound
To every voice is its own sound
We in this very fast moving world
The love for God is growing cold
Due to the love of fame and gold

Almost every talk is just about apps
It's so much from kindle to e-pops
We in this very fast moving world
Man is putting godliness on hold
He has no care for his own soul
Since from holiness he will stroll
Owing to this fast moving world
The love for God is growing cold
Due to the love of fame and gold

Yet the Lord has given us hope
He waits for us to back come home
Take advice and turn to repentance
Save your soul while there is time
From this very fast moving world
Of men who are wicked and bold
Their love for God growing cold
Fears are gone with times of old
Due to the love of fame and gold









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