The Wait

Oh the travails The pumping of the blood Filled with anxiety flowing through my bloodstream The thirst of his coming Filled with doubts from the pit of destruction Will he ever come? If he does decide,when? The cataclysmic nature of his coming alone is a bane to my soul Have I fulfilled the criterion to meet with him? I feel the rage of failure Troubling my mind The anxiety alone has killed my spirit Oh what a sinking feeling Placed upon us by this world So much filled with destructive mechanism Oh,how can I break free from this shackles that bind me That threatens my future,destiny and eternity The ladies are no more coverng their pride and dignity Moral decadence has increased How can I break free from these ties that bind me Through putting on the whole armour of God To count me worthy when he comes