Returning Poem by somebody else

Everything was perfect without a flaw, when it began,
it may be hard to believe, but so was man.
There was no evil or burning hate,
just love and joy, in a blissful state.
And peace on earth was not a dream, it was real,
all was in harmony, according to his will.
And things would have always remained this way,
if we to his words, would not disobey.
But we obeyed not, and committed the very first sin,
and then did the great fall of man begin.
Now nothing in the world, is perfect anymore,
there is no peace, just continual war.
Every single day, somebody does kill,
and many go without water, or a meal.
Evil in the world, just continues to grow,
and the goodness of the Lord, fewer know.
But put up with it much longer, will he not,
and he only knows, the amount of time we have got.
In that day the earth will quake, and tremble it will,
and every single knee, to the Lord will kneel.
So doubt it not, that returning is he,
for in that day, every eye shall see.