Miracle of Media

MIRACLE OF MEDIA

How would we know except for the miracle of media
of famines and earthquakes, fires and volcanic eruptions,
wars and rumors of wars, nation against nation?

The bible says because of the increase of wickedness
the love of most will grow cold; many will hate each other.

There will be a time when the sign of the Son of Man
will appear in the sky and all the nations will mourn —
will that sign be a crucifix thumped into place in the clouds;
an undeniable tremor of truth that might drive some knees
to the cursed soil, drive the nails into cold cold hearts —

too late? too late? too late! don’t let it be too late!

1/12/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 4:14 PM
You are preaching to the ones who hear you. Anyway, I do.
Proxenos Avatar
January 13, 2020 at 9:01 AM
A true and wonderful message my friend, yes, we mustn't wait until its too late, quite right. Blessings, Jennifer.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 13, 2020 at 2:34 PM
Thank you, Jennifer.
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