Questions, Questions

Are we in the end of ages? When will all our sorrows flee? When will we Be joyfully Thus taken for eternity? Are the wars and famines seeking To convey to use good news? When will we With our eyes see The sign of Christ in glory be? Is the selfishness and hatred In these hearts a call to see? When will we Be called to leave And be of evil ever free? Is the earth, its pangs of birth A sign to never sleep at ease? When will we The lonely, meek In Christ His hands, so sleep in peace? As the questions grow within, This I know the truth to be: Soon will we With Him be seen Till then, shall not our prayers cease.