What Is To Come Poem by cheryl davis miller

My heart is weighed heavy and deeply sad;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.
When all's said and done, at the end of days;
as we stand in faith, for tally and sum.

That Road less traveled, to simple for most;
mocked at, spit on and ridiculed by some.
Yet but for that Road, we'd be mired in sin;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

Spoke, 'I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Light.
And the Door to God's eternal Kingdom.'
He wept for the lost of Jerusalem;
for what was, what is, and what is to come.

c.d.m 11/30/13