The Latter Rain
by Deborah Ann Belka I can feel the sprinkling, of the latter rain I can see the first drops falling on a world full of pain. I can tell the time is near, by the color of the skies I can hear the thunder roar over the False Prophets lies. I can spot the drought, upon the nations of the land I can observe the hunger from not trusting in God's hand. I can sense the precipitation, of wars and rumors of every kind I can recognize the dribble that Satan's uses on the mind. I can see disease's down pouring as it spreads from coast to coast I can tell of the ungodly leaders teeming to be the Anti-Christ host. I can hear the violet sputter, beneath the earth's shaky crust I can see how sin has drenched those saturated in their lust. I can sense a deluge coming, when the latter rain will fall I can hear God's trumpet spewing all people, this is your wakeup call! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Matthew 24:6-7 " For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places." Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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