Passing Through. Poem by Kevin East

World
We are Armageddon bound.
Yet I
Can hear the sweetest sound.
That whisper from Heaven
Is still ringing true.
Our army must keep marching
We are just passing through.
Friends and family
We lose along the way.
Yet,
people,
Life really is the shortest play.
Look behind the cloud
For the sky of blue.
And shout it out loud
We are just passing through.

World
All your tin gods will pass.
Don't throw stones
If you live in a house of glass.
The first now
Will later be the last.
And if you think that power and money
Are the be all and end all honey.
Check your bible where love is the rule.
Bang bang the mighty fall!
Brothers ans sisters
We all have blisters
Toiling for things that will burn.
When Jesus did ascend
He left a ticket of return.
So brush the devil out of your hair
And wait for the rush
Of that fanfare.
He's booked the best rooms
For me and you.
Don't stop the world to get off
If life is black and blue.
Man, keep cruising through the bruising
Hang on until Heaven
We are all just passing through.