End of Days
How terrible it were hearing his voice
With half-shut eyes asleep in a half-dream
I fought until I could fight no more it seemed
Non suffering is the memory I made my choice
Comforter, where is your comforting?
Sorrow where is thy relief
Lord God, I implore you please
No lingering, quickly take away my grief
I say to you in no plainer words
Than these that I have in my heart
I do not love this sin filled world
Nor have I from the start
I care nothing of mankind’s evil ways
That will only lead them to the end of days
I do not love the things of this world
Not the desires of the flesh
Not the desires of the eyes
Nor the pride in riches
For this place and its desires
Are passing away
Those who do not choose you
See it pass every single day
But those who do the will of God
Will live forever!
Copyright © Janice Scott | Year Posted 2008
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