False Prophets

False prophets will deceive,
If allowing oneself to believe;
They say that the end is near,
But is there anything to fear?

For it is where your belief,
That can give joy or grief;
Depending on whose hand,
Abiding by their command.

Still unknown to this world,
A plan of God to be unfurled;
Since we still not know when,
The sounding of the last Amen.

For wars and rumors thereof,
As well as signs from above;
Things as to shed some light,
From God through His might.

Until that day riding a cloud,
As the angels trumpeting loud;
Then we will know it is time,
Of all in paying for their crime.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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