John,
This began
as a 1 sentence post on a
remark I was writing, then words
kept coming to me and it
suddenly turned into a poem that
I never started out to write...
Too
Late ---- Too Late!
Things are
winding down,
ACs on his
lofty throne,
His vilest
deeds are known,
Yet the
masses honored him,
And made
his name well known,
Stealth
& wealth secured his crown,
Treachery,
lies, deceit!
(Something
'bout him really stinks!)
Could it
be the sulphur coals,
Within his
heart that reeks?
Turns
his head, then he winks-
Darkness
in his eyes, distinct,
Pools of
blackness there,
Darker
fire than deepest night-
Filled
with vile despair,
His face
will soon contort with rage,
He plays
for higher stakes,
For all
his power and his gold,
He still
cannot bring back the saints,
That God
will help escape!
Now you'll see his
other side,
fangs
will soon appear,
And
claws to rake o'er Jacob's
sons,
Will
soon emerge one-by-one,
His
true intent to be
unveiled,
Amidst
the horrors & the
wails,
To
drag all men into his
fires.
He
turned his back on
Christ the One,
And
bends the knee as
Allah's son.
The masses in
denial and blind,
Heading
towards the cliff,
They think
it just a fiscal one-
But soon
they'll be undone,
And find
too late that what's at stake-
Is
something they can't see-
A miry web
will have them chained,
And trap
their soul eternally!
Darkness
cloaked in deep despair,
Blood-on-blood
- everywhere!
Soon we're
outta here,
The Bride
that Christ holds dear!
The world
won't shed a tear -
They'll
just hold hands,
And sing a
song-
The
trumpet sound?
Pretend
they didn't hear!
In denial
they will be,
Just as
they are now-
Living
life for every sin,
Rejecting
Him who set them free.
We don't
belong!
It's not
our home,
Time for
us to rise,
Meet the
Lamb on wings of LOVE,
Rejoicing
in the skies!
Those left
behind-
They'll
take the mark-
Like some
new fad in vogue,
It will
become the latest joke,
Too
late...too late, they'll learn-
It can
never be revoked!
And now
has claimed their soul,
To end up
in the lake of fire,
With
bitterness and grief,
To scream
at God and knash their teeth,
In terror,
dread & disbelief.
It now
begins...
Too
late...too late,
And soon
it ends,
Once the
trumpet blows.
No more
grace bestowed.
Then comes
the many woes...
They'll
joke and curse,
And call
us names,
Just like
they do now,
Christians
are the ones they blame,
They'll
find too late that we were
right,
Too late
for them to find the light...
Their day
has turned to darkest night.
God's
great warnings at an end,
None
without excuse,
They will
find too late for them,
All evil
has been loosed!
No escape!
No escape!
God's
patience has run out-
Soon will
be too late, too late,
Hell's
enlarging all her gates...
Rene