Tuesday, November 3, 2020

End Of Days (poem)

 Twas the night before Rapture,

And all through the land;

Not a soul could be stirred,

Not even God’s man.


The Churches were filled,

With social events;

With rock and roll music,

And much money spent.


They threw out the Hymnals,

And changed the Old Book;

Lived purpose filled lives;

But God’s Word they forsook.


Yea preachers preach sermons,

With words so discreet;

They download their outlines,

And on them put meat.


They mince all their words,

From beginning to end;

But preach against sin,

We dare not offend!


The Church should be relevant;

You hear them all say;

Not too old fashioned,

More geared for today.


With coffee and donuts,

For all who attend;

And gossip sessions,

As prayer among friends.


Playgrounds for children,

Entertainment for teens;

Just keep them coming,

Whatever the means.


Let’s feed the homeless,

And do our good deeds;

It makes us feel good,

To meet someone’s needs.


While men’s souls are burning,

yet more day by day,

For fear of offense,

Nothing do we say.


I might risk my job,

Make the boss mad at me;

If the gospel I give,

To that vile employee


Though countless will perish,

For eternity burn,

Don’t ask me to witness,

Don’t seek my concern.


To yield unto God’s Word,

I cannot, you see;

Lest one I offend,

And they wont like me.


So I’ll just wait for Jesus,

To sweep me away;

When he calls with a shout,

That grand Rapture day


When the Trump shall resound,

Translated we’ll be,

I wonder how many 

Are going with me.


Will my children, my parents,

My spouse next to me,

Make it to Heaven,

For Eternity?


The man at the Store,

Who I joked with today,

Will he make it to Heaven,

On that Rapture Day?


My neighbor, my friend,

My enemy as well;

Have I told them enough,

To spare them from Hell?


- Pastor Craig Moss