A Time
This is the time for things to change.
A time when love flows and secrets are told.
A time to cry for those who we have lost,
And hold those who are born.
It’s a time for those who love and learn to see
What has really become of this world.
There are tears to be shed and laid down to rest.
Untold deaths will be told, and when they do
Lies will be told. They will fight to cover them up,
But the truth will be told. Friendships will be
Broken from the unspoken truths. Lives will be torn
Apart, and hearts will be crushed. The years will go
On with or without the friends. Bibles will be read
At night until the days end. Talks will be told of how Satan
Is coming back, but there will be no proof until the very end.
The dead will rise and the angels will sing, declaring their
Heavenly love. The gates of the Heaven will be opened,
And you will hear God’s glorious songs, as the angels
Rejoice for the many souls that were saved.
Copyright © Sierra Price | Year Posted 2008
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