Quid pro Quo

Clothes on ground, or empty chair,
We're not Here, nor There,
We're HOME.

Quid Pro Quo
By Arley Steinhour 052815

Empty clothing, on the ground,
Look around, more is found,
You heard, I think, a Trumpet sound,
But, naked folk do not abound.

A look of horror, comes over face,
You realize that you lost the Race,
You had so many things, in place,
Soon, you thought you'd ask for Grace.

Now, the sirens, begin to blow,
As the world begins to 'know,'
Cars, and aircraft, a demolition show,
People suffer, as disaster's flow.

Some, will quickly understand,
The position, you're in, isn't Grand,
Seven Years, Of Hell, does expand,
The chances of death, just out of hand.

If you still read, this Tristful Woe,
I do believe you want to know,
Turn your heart to Jesus, to show,
You accept His offer, your quid pro quo.

AMEN