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Be patient till the Lord arrives,
Every believer revives;
You will be picked up from the crowd,
And taken up into the cloud.
Ever seen how a farmer waits,
The same for us at the pearly gates;
God awaits for His crop to grow,
Ripe for harvest as He will know.
Through all the toil and the pain,
The farmer waits through the spring rain;
Until fall past the summer sun,
When the growing season is done.
Be patient do not give up hope,
A matter of stress you must cope;
For the Lord will be here quite soon,
Seeing the blood red harvest moon.
Stop complaining of each other,
And fighting against your brother;
Or God may decide to condemn,
Someone that is causing mayhem.
The judge is standing at the door,
By chance if you do not endure;
His verdict will fall upon you,
And your payment has become due.
Follow the example of those,
From the Scriptures that the Lord chose;
For prophets should not be ignored,
Speaking in the name of the Lord.
Those who endure will be blest,
As God will give comfort and rest;
God was caring and merciful,
With Job who became bountiful.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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