End of Days
End of Days
My grandfather foretold
Of this profound time
A time when the earth would cool
Then warm again
When it would quake to biblical means
A time when men would turn
Turn from their creator
From their natural instincts
He told of a future time
When truth would no longer be TRUE
A deception would cover the earth like a blanket
Families would rent at their core
Spiritual blindness will dominate the consciousness of men
Everyone to blame
Not a mention of Jesus' name
Fear robbing some of their hearts
Death tearing nations apart
Closing his eyes
He said
A time like this is bent to pray
Giving God all of his duly deserved praise
To protect his elect-His children
At the end of days
(c) Emily C. Archer
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