Late for dinner,
Food for thought
What was once viewed repulsive,
cannot then be bought
Peace and security,
shall soon be proclaimed
Puppets on strings
will be inclined to fuel the flames
Time is so very precious,
holding hands death and life
The putting to death of the wicked,
brings God no delight
The season of goodwill
ticks down to its end
True, the road is narrow,
but teeming with true friends
Their silver, their gold,
Look, they toss them in the streets,
after the great harlot,
Is devoured by the beast
The kingdom is coming
all bow down to our king
The wicked will vanish in the mist
Yet, the earth must still remain
Wonderful poem, beautifully written that gives us hope thru faith. That the wicked will not triumph nor hold the last spade.
Thank you Sandra, just can't believe how no one can agree on anything
A beautiful poem so well expressed on life, death and specially on faith. Great thoughts to ponder about.
Thank you so very much, it's amazing in 2 Timothy chapter 3 It describes attitudes and dispositions it would serve as a sign, thank you so very much for commenting on my poem may you have a blessed day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite powerful thoughts for all to reflect on! .. May we all reflect upon Gods words and take to heart! .. Definite5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++