No One Knows When (Getting Understanding) Pt.3
Like any other day, the autumn leaf's came tumbling down and continue so. Soon a
yard were once the green grass was visible, now the frost awaits it's season and the
oracles of time is now feastable. Like any other Sunday a family is preparing for ser-
vices and off they go, in their car's to hear the pastor tell them of a Heaven beyond
the star's. Like any other day of the week there's bickering amonst the neighbors. A
racist cop has shot a young black kid just because he skips school and in up riding in
a stolent car, and as he panick when they finally are caught he runs, out of fear, and
within minutes is dead. Saddness over this daily occurence like any other day his grand-
mother cries as the morning paper report that the shooting is rule justified. Like any
other day a thieve who well prepares himself with tools of a crime he does so well.
There is a day that promises us life with the Prince of "Hell". Men's marrying each
other, woman's doing the same, this precarious world gets worse by the day and like
any other day, daughter's have turn against their mothers. Brother's are killing each
other, war's and rumers now plaque's from state to state, and any other day the CNN
news reporter bring new's of how 15 U.S. solder's have been killed, "No one knows
When", but these are signs that his return (JESUS) is nearing. "I just hope he's not
already too late". Again & Again, the pastor tells his congregation. "No one knows
When", but are you prepare, are you (?). For in that day-unlike no other the dead
in Christ shall rise as we're told of following into the skies, into his bussum then.
Will that day be soon my "friend". "No one knows When".
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2009
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