Left Behind
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Running around with much to do
Not even time to watch the news
My job, dance recitals, ball games and such
My day's are chaos and hectic with much
When I roll from bed and feet hit the floor
Running in circles to get out the door
Constantly in a hurry running to and fro
A demanding world, always on the go
I believe in Jesus, His promises too
He will understand that I have much to do
My bible awaits me while covered in dust
Tonight I will read, I know I must
No time to pray or read his word
Tonight before bed I will speak to my Lord
Night has come, I must first read the gossip
Scrolling by the words of God's own prophets.
I will come back to the word, I promise I will
As sleep creeps upon me and exhaustion I feel
Awake to the chaos and stress of a new day
Reflecting back to last night, I forgot to pray
Sounds and visions coming from the sky
I shrug my shoulders and continue to drive
Earthquakes, floods and fiery plains
Scientist on the radio trying to explain
No knowledge of what true prophecy holds
Leaning to my own understanding and what I have been told
Just coincidence, a freak of nature they say
With fancy words and false wisdom they explain it away
Maybe I will call my momma, it has been way too long
The phone rings and rings, where has she gone
A stressful day, her voice of wisdom, I long to hear
As I search for her and her sweet voice far and near
Nowhere, not nowhere can she be found
When outside my door a chaotic sound
I run to my door to see my neighbors all about
The names of their loved ones, they scream and shout
What is happening, as I turn on my TV
The world missing loved ones just like me
My mind in confusion, my heart racing in my chest
Where is my sweet momma and all the rest
Her teachings came back to me, with the snap of a finger
Be prepared, looking up, watching always, never to linger
Could it be, has Christ come as a thief in the night
Has my angelic momma and all the others taken their flight
Left behind, in fear and disbelief, at the tv I stare
A voice came to me, my child, the signs were all there
Your life became filled with all the world had to offer
Time with me, you had no time to bother
What lies ahead for me, I tremble in fear
There is no escape from the horror so near
Oh my God, for my selfishness, what is the cost
As demons surround me, my soul forever lost
Written by: Donetta Harless
August 20, 2015
Copyright © Donetta Harless | Year Posted 2016
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