His Coming

the images i've seen are very keen
children at play, parents sitting
and talking the day away,
never once the thought that one day
all would be lost in the blink of an eye,
His coming is soon,
it has been foretold,
yet we chose not to heed His word,
If we would willing surrender to Him
the peace of a million nations would
fill our souls,
alas we walk as if we are blindfolded,
never seeing the potenial
of what He has to offer ,
our minds and emotions are fixed
on this realm not the one to come,
though when we are in trouble to Him we want to run.....

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