Your Panic Alarm

Matthew 23:36-39

All things shall come upon us in these days,
Jerusalem killed the prophets that dismays;
Met with a welcome being stoned to death,
Make their last stand taking a last breath;
Yet would Christ take kids under His wing,
But for us we would not want them to cling;
That is why your house is left so desolate,
And that you yourself seem to be isolate;
Not seeing Christ until you have outpoured,
Bless Him to come in the name of the Lord.
There's a lot of talk these days as we hear,
We're living in the final days as many fear;
But to hear a person someone to prophesy,
Hard to believe as the words just terrify;
You think about the Word how can this be,
There is only one that can give that decree;
A second coming of Christ we do not know,
Only our Heavenly Father can really show;
Be patient not letting anyone pull your arm,
Do not let anyone press your panic alarm.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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