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.