These Things Must Take Place! Poem by Bill Cantrell

Hearts gathered in a basket,
really came as no surprise
Their names penned in the book of life,
with faith and works, they gained life's prize

In a world devoid of unity,
each one is an island to themselves
Both sides sin behind closed doors,
blaming others, than themselves

Always calling for political change,
though sacred scriptures long foretold
You cannot change this stream of time,
the feet of iron and clay;
Behold;

you saw the iron mixed with soft clay.42 And as the toes of the feet were partly of iron and partly of clay, so the kingdom will be partly strong and partly fragile.43 Just: you saw iron mixed with soft clay, they will be mixed with the people; * but they will not stick together, one to the other, just as iron does not mix with clay.
44 'In the days of those kings the God of heaven will se up a kingdom that will never be destroyed. * And this kingdom will not be passed on to any other people.' It will crush and put an end to all these kingdoms,