Poetry

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In the last days it will be,
God will pour out His Spirit;
Your sons and daughters will see,
What they will then inherit.

You will be seeing visions,
While old men will dream dreams;
When there will be collisions,
Fights with someone that blasphemes.

Some of the women and men,
He will pour out His Spirit;
Waits for the final amen,
Justified for their merit.

For they will then prophesy,
Unto the world of the truth;
Although many will deny,
For being rude and uncouth.

We will marvel in the sky,
By what wonders God will do;
Miraculous signs to eye,
For those on earth to construe.

We will see blood and fire,
Along with the clouds of smoke;
Darkness of sun will dire,
Causing chaos to provoke.

For the sun will become dark,
And the moon a bloody red;
Blinded where we will embark,
When nonbelievers will dread.

Glorious day for the Lord,
Seeing Him stand before me;
Known to be in one accord,
Knowing He made me sin free.

Christ rescued me from the grave,
And therefore, my heart is glad;
In His name the Lord will save,
Living hope from what I had.

For He will not leave my soul,
To rot in the depths of hell;
He will guide me to my goal,
Within His house I will dwell.

He made known the path of life,
And making me full of joy;
Detouring me from the strife,
Where my foes cannot destroy.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer

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