Faith is from one who holds to an unseen hand even clouds of darkness, storms the horizon. Circumstances that surround us don’t always dictate the outcome ..watchman, what of the night?
Watchman, what of the night?
“It is dark, evil, and deceptive,”
with a tone of great concern he replied,
forces Satanic now collective
the wicked one even the anti-Christ
lurks in the shadows unseen
the clock of time near midnight
those ready, dead or alive soon shall rise
those a pure heart, yes the redeemed.
Watchman, what of the night?
iniquity abounds and many grow cold
hearts wretched and eyes blind
I find myself wroth, even one lost soul
I see watchmen blind and ignorant
they are as dumb dogs that won’t bark,
sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber
danger of loss plenteous and apparent
hearts beguiled, am I being too hard?
Watchman, what of the night?
He that said He would come, will come
many daring and mockingly deny
asking where is the One, where the resurrection?
speaking from hard hearts with reckless words
as the days of Noah, even the days of Lot
minds continually on evil and no concerns
thoughts rampant, an unrepentant soul wrought
have no doubts, soon on a cloud every eye shall see ..Him!
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Credit Given- KJV Bible parts of Isaiah 56:10, Matthew 24, various other scriptures, no intent of changing the meaning or taking out of context.
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I like how you used the question and answer format for this poem. It works really nicely!
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