We believers rejoice when
We hear that the Lord
Jesus Christ is coming. The
Rapture of the Church will
Be sudden, like a blink of an
Eye and unannounced. The
Dead and those of us who
Are still living will be caught
Up in the air, the clouds, to
Be with the Lord Jesus Christ.
Then we’re taken to heaven to
Live with HIm forever. This
Glorious event could happen
At any moment, for we are
Now living in the end times.
Looking for that blessed hope–
Come, Lord Jesus Christ, come!
Paradise is behind that door,
In the next room–but I have
Lost the key. I hope I have
Only mislaid it.
Most people have dirty little
Secrets that they hope no one
Ever finds out about. They can
Hear the rattling in the closet to
Remind them that they are still
There. That person constantly
Fears the skeletons will jump
Out of the closet and start
Talking.
Feel the cool breeze on
Your neck on a brisk
Spring day. Watch the
Trees wave at you when
You take a walk. Birds
Ride the the breeze and
Watch us from high up.
You wish you could fly.
It’s not often that a bright
Enough light in the sky in
The daytime catches your
Attention. But this one did.
It was like someone took a
Picture of the earth using
A flash camera that lit up
The world. Nobody knows
Where it came from or who
Did it. We can only hope
They like us.
Gray cold days, barren trees,
No flowers, seasonal affective
Disorder flourishes. If it were
Not for Thanksgiving and
Christmas, one might as well
Hibernate. But there is hope.
Spring is coming, warmth and
Growth and the promise of
Renewal of life everywhere.
Wordman of Alcatraz 