The Coming
When the last days are here,
I will give my spirit;
To the one I hold dear,
From whom I inherit.
Your daughters and your sons,
Will start to prophesy;
For they will be the ones,
To know the reason why.
Men young and old likewise,
Will have visions and dreams;
They will open their eyes,
Going to new extremes.
Way up into the sky,
To be taken above;
Where Jesus will supply,
His never ending love.
While the sun grows dark,
And the moon turns blood red;
Christ and I will embark,
Where He prepared a bed.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer
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