Think About It
In watching the television or looking out my front door
Alongside it seems to run with the verses of Matthew 24
Rumblings from The Ring of Fire and rumors of War
Things have become so dire like He's right at the door
Only the Father knows as we sit here in the toes of time
Humanity reaching new lows with no reason nor rhyme
Decieved by the wicked one, unable to see, hear or understand
The Light of his only Son, nails through each Hand
Scoffers? Too many to name and the increase in wickedness
Jesus took your blame so it's Heaven you wouldn't miss
So many are in the dark and there they may forever remain
Not even in the ballpark as even understanding this a strain
So they gamble with their soul with odds they can't win
Jesus took your roll in the punishment of your sin
Just think for one minute, and call upon His Name
Do this one little bit and life will never be the same
I pray for all lost souls,
that God May bless them
with the greatest gift of all,
Faith in His Glorious Name.
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2018
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