Prosperity
You hurt in a storm ravaged world,
As you see violence is unfurled;
The rage released through volcanoes,
Quakes tsunamis and tornadoes.
You may think that you suffer now,
And wondering exactly how;
A God that is so full of love,
Allows this as He sits above.
You just think that it is a crime,
Allowing this at such a time,
And not giving a helping hand,
For those standing on sinking sand.
But it might be soon time will end,
And see the fire He will send;
Nonbelievers will see the flame,
As all the prophecies proclaim.
For believers God takes pity,
And will rebuild our city;
Because He will use precious stones,
On the houses that you did own.
God will reset your foundations,
With sapphire elevations;
Emeralds and rubies for walls,
And diamonds to cover the halls.
Our children are to be taught,
By the Lord for the answers sought;
They will have unlimited peace,
And no need in having police.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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