All Aboard
The little ripples on the sea soon stir into larger waves
Like those in the land of the free, soon everyone caves
Approaching on the shoreline of beachgoers so tanned
Thinking everything will be fine with that line in the sand
Now with the rising tide the waves soon begin to crest
No longer being able to abide people just do their best
But then the storm comes in, causing the rest to retreat
In so that line being so thin it is now dredged in defeat
Dark clouds hovering above pushed closer by angry gust
For if it is not God who you love then count on going bust
As on their day it encroaches stealing away all their Light
But even as the storm approaches they don't see its might
So as the first drops now fall still most people don't care
Their whole life missing God why now would one be aware
It may look like just another storm but is certainly different
No, this is not just the norm, but instead, a sign being sent
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2015
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