Tell Them Christ Is Yet To Come

Tell them christ is yet to come
The world is in shades 
of Terrorism 
As wars is always 
An existing trend
Never to change 

Tell them christ is yet to come 
I wonder why 
so i sick Gods Face as i pray 

Tell them christ is yet to come
Hoping unto God
Hoping i can see him
Face to face 
For in this cold world
Alot i need to say to him
In the zoo all is still same 
From yesterday's brutality

Tell them christ is yet to come
Looking unto God 
Wishing i could talk 
To him face to face
For alot calamity need
Be stopped in the world
So always i wonder
If truly there is a God
In heaven 
How much more 
Will he allow the good 
Die young
Yes how much more is left 
for the innocent to live 
Without a grife

Tell them christ is yet to come 
I just wish i cant talk to him
For i dont understand 
This world full of wickedness anymore 
With an endless ignorance
Hatred is born everywhere
So If i have to pray 
Then i have to swear 
For humans to repent as the priest says
Tell them christ is yet to come
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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