If only Man had time to spare, yet wars have spoilt it all,
Such that we turn to God in prayer, to seek a miracle,
For nothing short of grace divine could turn the tragic tide,
In times like these, Man needs a sign, that God is on our side.
Yet there remains a cosmic war, beyond this aching Earth,
God's angels have an ancient score, despite Man's private worth.
The evil has not been removed, it lurks in every heart,
No wonder Man has not improved beyond a feeble start.
Just listen to the daily news, take note of what was said,
Not merely listen, pick and choose, then fumble on ahead.
For time is running out, dear friends, the Doomsday Clock says so,
The world at war, until Earth ends, it will, if God lets go.
Yet God has promised better things, through Jesus Christ, His Son,
Who comes with healing in His wings, restoring what was done.
Till then, Earth's capitals will melt, the cities built to last,
The deck is stacked, the cards are dealt and flags are at half mast.
No wonder Christ must come again, no wonder Christ must rule,
Replacing kingdoms mourned by men and kings blood-stained and cruel.
Denis Martindale May 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem