It's Late

There are divisions, resentments, and hate surpassing some prior generations. But it is my hope and prayers that this great country of ours shall last and last. Shall we long endure? Are our foundations sure? Are our hearts right and pure? I have a faith in God that is strong because His words are not altering but secure. There's an air of doom in the atmosphere, and dark clouds are projecting gloom. Once vibrant churches are wavering, and the people will surely perish without a vision. I sometimes doubt, have deep concerns, and it might be, but I think not that it's too late. Perhaps our fate is drawing near because we have lost sight of things we once held dear. 06282018PoetrySoupContest, Eight lines of faith, when you wonder if it is too late, Silent One