When He Comes Again
As the earth trembles,
a warning so plain,
could this be the day,
when He comes again.
No given time,
no date we know,
but I believe,
for His book tells me so.
Our earth is turning,
under a sun so hot,
among the planets,
we are such tiny dots.
Each with a purpose,
of His mighty plan,
could this be the day,
when He comes again.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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