Ticking Clock
Ticking Clock
By Arley Steinhour 021615
The Clock is ticking on the wall,
The Finger writes a note,
With little time, we must stand tall,
Or be sent away, like a Scape-Goat.
His patience thin, and Face so Red,
The Day of Gentile about to end,
Seven years, of Hell, finds many dead,
Saved and Condemned, cannot blend.
Choice, for every soul, is now,
God's Heaven, or Satan's Hell,
It's better behind a Heavenly plow,
Than scooping fuel for Flaming Well.
Listen close, and Read the words,
Prophecy is open, man's acts defend,
The 'Liar's strum, plays Sour Chords,
They clearly indicate the End.
The fence is old, and full of rot,
So many sit there on splinters,
One side is God, the other, not,
Come over to God, 'Don't be Dissenters.'
AMEN
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