Sodom Rises From The Ashes Poem by Frank McEleny

The wounds are open and they fester
As the darkness begins to fall
There is a sickness in the hearts of men
As they hear the trumpet call

The country is dark and desolate
And the cities burn with fire
The spiritual structures are broken down
And men burn with insatiable desire

And Sodom rises from the ashes
And Gomorrah looks from hell to see
A world where they would be at ease
Where only a few had not bowed the knee

You bring me your tithes and offerings
But they mean absolutely nothing to me
What have you done with my precious Son?
Who died on bloody Calvary

Wash yourself clean in the Blood of the Lamb
And come to the foot of the cross
Will you lose your life for my names-sake?
Will you gladly suffer the loss?

Though your sins be as scarlet
And crimson like blood
They shall be white as snow
As you stand beneath the flood

Yet death shall come to those who rebel
And the world shall be consumed by fire
The nations shall plunge to the depths of hell
And the saints shall be lifted higher!