The Last Is Not The End Poem by Karl Iviacz Sims

THE LAST IS NOT THE END

The age has come, for all of us
To make our own decisions,
For Satan knows, the time is near,
And he’s gonna go to prison;
But now he’s lose, and running wild,
And playing out his hand,
To burn and kill everything,
And steal the souls of man:

Just stop and see and comprehend,
The meaning of the times,
Of evil deeds and ungodly thoughts,
That’s coming from men’s minds;
With lust and greed, they call it fair,
As they turn upon our young,
But the problem is, I fear the most,
Is that it only just begun:

With everyday comes the news,
From all around the globe,
Of brutal crimes, and immortal things,
Coming into our homes;
We throw up our hands, and shake our heads,
And ask each other why?
When it’s only us to blame,
For all these cruel ways to die:

But the truth is so funny,
And we know this from within,
That if the first, was the last,
Then the last is not the end;

But judgment comes to everyone,
Be he wrong or right,
For when Jesus sits upon the throne,
And opens the book of life:

So all that is left for us to do,
Without fame or praise,
Is to accept this loving gift from him,
To save us from the grave;

For truly he was the first,
Before the world begins,
Then truly he’s the last recourse,
To save us all from sin:

Karl Iviacz Sims