END TIMES SONNET
When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
Jesus returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
Water ,clear as crystal now,flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals,thee and me.
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