Our Gand Kids Poem by bobby beddoe

For us old-Christians, won’t long be our Last Day;

Could be in a few months - or just halfway,

But In our family plots

Will be left vacant spots,

Proof, as Christians, we had been raptured away!


We took our kids to worship. Some did a backslide;

Satan, quite cunning, came across quite bona fide,

And they believed

What he achieved,

Which caused our kids, their kids, and God to collide!


So today, most grand-kids view any recent disaster

A natural event, not warnings by The Master.

They blame global climate change,

Not Biblically ‘end timed’ arrange,

Bottom line – Some offspring won’t be with us forever!


Our g-kids are the generation of apostasy!

Through a dull-dim faith they live in fantasy;

Each has an ipod

In lieu of God,

That they worship with delight and ecstasy!


Tell all the young kids that you know,

That Jesus is their friend – not foe.

So they won’t sink,

While on the brink;

Then, after curtains, they won’t land below!