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It is the last hour,
And just as you have heard;
The last wilted flower,
As spoken from the Word.
The antichrist shall come,
So many not just one;
Making people feel glum,
That life on earth is done.
For this is the last time,
The last hour is here;
When there is rampant crime,
Pandemics that you fear.
They had gone out from us,
But from us they were not;
For if they had as thus,
They never would have sought.
You have been anointed,
Due to the Holy One;
With knowledge appointed,
Of the things God has done.
I am writing to you,
Not for knowing the truth;
Rather that you construe,
The facts known since your youth.
For whom is the liar?
Denies Jesus as Christ;
From earthly desire,
That has kept them enticed.
No one denies the Son,
Will deny the Father;
His Spirit also shun,
Jesus as their Brother.
Allow what you have heard,
Acknowledge from the start;
As written in the Word,
Abide within your heart.
These things I have written,
Those who try to deceive;
Attempting to smitten,
On what you should believe.
In Jesus Christ abide,
That when He does appear;
Though He was crucified,
Your faith has been sincere.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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