The End Time Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world will shake, a rumbling deep,
With angry storms and seas that leap.
Famines will come, and sickness spread,
And nations fight, with fear and dread.

Hearts grow cold, and truth grows thin,
Deceivers rise, where love has been.
False words will bloom, like poisoned flowers,
Darkness will stretch through lonely hours.

But hope will fly, on wings of light,
The gospel's call, shining so bright.
To every land, its message sent,
A final plea, before time's spent.

Then, in the sky, a glorious sight,
A shining King, in robes of light.
No quiet birth, no hidden way,
But thunder's call, and trumpet's play.

He comes on clouds, for all to see,
To gather us, eternally.
His triumph shown, for every eye,
The promised King, returning nigh.