Troubled Weather

My fingers reaching for heaven, hope is clutched in my hands. God is watching me, I know he's listening. I pray to him, asking for strength. My tears, they blame my weakness. My heart cries, For It beats at my pain. I hear you Lord, the end is near. My eyes have seen, my ears have heard. My faith tested, every single day. The tribulations, they are starting. The fig tree, it will soon bloom. There are food shortages, disease and pestilence. The love of people, has cooled off. People are selfish, they are greedy. There are wars, and rumors of wars. My eyes see, clearly now. Your words, are ringing true. Just as in the days, of Noah. No one believes, no one listens, until the heavens open up and it begins to r...