Waiting On Him - Poem by Angela Poen
How many more RIPs must we say?
How many more stabbings and car crashings still have to come through?
How much more must we be convinced that lucifer is really chowing on the peoples souls
And all they do is surrender to him
How much more ignorance is still needed for that?
How many more disappointments and betrayals should one come accross?
What's the capacity of heart memory that's still pain free?
How much more disgrace and shame needs to meet the qualification requirements
For Jesus to finally come?
How many more goals to achieve
And new talents to discover?
How many wishes to come true?
How many more purposes in life still go undiscovered?
How much more hardwork should be applied
How many more hours of sleepless nights
How much more stress and depression
Sickness and disease
Should one experience
For Jesus to finally come down?
How many more souls must be saved
How many more must be restored
How many more must be won to the light
How much more work should be done to recover God's image?
How many more babies must be born and taught?
How many more incurable diseases must be cured
How many more hands must surrender
For every knee to finally bow
And every tongue to confess
That the very same one they have been denying
Is the Lord of Lords
How prepared must we get O Lord?
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