'' Look, I Am Coming Soon! ''
As Jesus Christ, I once declared, that one day I'd return,
Beseeching saints to be prepared and all God's signs discern.
For what's the use of sleeping still, or lying, counting sheep,
With lost souls all around you ill, while you, no vigil keep?
Where are the watchmen on the wall? Prayer warriors of faith,
Who daily seek a miracle to strengthen and to save?
Who intercedes while there's still time? The harvest's not complete,
Beguiled by sin, by hate and crime, lost souls dwell in each street.
Yet saints the Father's called to Me are destined for much more,
Each one was cleansed at Calvary, no matter, rich or poor.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: angels ,easter,forgiveness,god,jesus