The Intruder's Doom

The Intruder’s Doom By Curtis Johnson He hasn’t the time or the tenderness, To sit and sing a sweet and soothing solo. He hasn’t the capacity to be concerned About your feelings, no matter how low. He invades without a word, a day, a time; Not even a season or a shadow. When calling, he fails to identify himself, And he rarely says hello. He moves and flows so endlessly, And never wears a halo. He bares no good news, but only bad. Sad tidings become such a fellow. Sometimes, he appears when you are feeling fine and mellow; And also when you are sleeping quietly upon your pillow. Regardless of who we are, none need to make a fuss, because death has an appointment with all of us. But none need fear death nor its great sting, Because it shall end with a descending gloom Even the night and the darkness shall also cease; And death along with the beast shall be forever doomed 02242016cj Rev. 20:14