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 heart-broken cries
I can hear the thunder roar
over the false prophets lies.
I can perceive the drought,
upon all nations of the land
I can envision the deadly hunger
as God releases Armageddon’s plan.
I can sense the precipitation,
of wars and rumors of every kind
I can recognize the dribble . . .
Satan’s uses on man’s 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 violent sputter,
beneath the earth’s shaky crust
I can see how sin has drenched
the world in greed and lust.
I can sense a deluge coming,
when the latter rain will fall
I can hear God’s warning . . .
” This is your wake-up call!”
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Matthew 24:6
King James Version
” 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”
Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka
August 8th, 2017 at 9:36 PM
Thank you for this poem Deb
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August 9th, 2017 at 9:21 AM
The times is drawing nearer than we know!
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August 9th, 2017 at 9:32 AM
Indeed!
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August 8th, 2017 at 12:00 PM
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January 2nd, 2014 at 3:30 AM
Awesome!!!!! Powerful!!!!!
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January 8th, 2014 at 1:15 PM
It’s raining here right now . . . just had over 2000 applications for the new “Grow some weed smoke a joint” law that came into effect the first of the year here in the state of Washington. Lot’s of high people running around crying out “Freedom at last” just another tool in Satan’s tool box I’m afraid. ~ Blessings ~
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