The Day of the Lord
A Prophet The Lord
has sent.
No time left
to awaken or repent.
The arrogant evil doers
will be stubble...
burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.
The prideful, the sinful
we'll defeat...
ashes
under the soles of our feet!
No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.
The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings...
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King.
By Milton Lopez Delgado
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6
January 18, 2009
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