The Wrath of GOD

Seeking a gravesite for USA

The Wrath of GOD
By Arley Steinhour 070115

As we enter this Month of July,
Seven, One, year Fifteen, on slate,
Instead of Joy, I want to cry,
For the souls who'll Repent too late.

I also, mourn the expected 'Demise,'
Of the Country, I love, the U S A,
Independence Day, may never arise,
After this one, we see coming today.

The Wrath of GOD, now upon this land,
With punishment of giving what we desire,
Freedom from Him, and His blessings, Grand,
For the Sodom, Gomora, Sin-filled Empire.

We of His Faith, Reborn in His Son,
Jesus, Messiah, will Snatch us in tow,
He paid Satan's Harsh Price, and Won,
We, His Justified, have but, to Heaven, go.

War-three, soon be starting, is no surprise,
Cities will crumble, in the blink of one's eyes,
Jesus will Snatch us away, as the world cries,
Repent, NOW, and mean it, He tells us no LIES.

AMEN