The End of Days by Craig Moss Twas the night of the Lords final return, And all through the land; Not a soul could be stirred, Not even God’s man. The Churches were filled, With social events; With rock and roll music, And much money spent. They threw out the Hymnals, And changed the Old Book; Lived purpose filled lives; But God’s Word they forsook. Yea preachers preach sermons, With words so discreet; They download their outlines, And on them put meat. They mince all their words, From beginning to end; But preach against sin, We dare not offend! The Church should be relevant; You hear them all say; Not too old fashioned, More geared for today. With coffee and donuts, For all who attend; And gossip sessions, As prayer among friends. Playgrounds for children, Entertainment for teens; Just keep them coming, Whatever the means. Let’s feed the homeless, And do our good deeds; It makes us feel good, To meet someone’s needs. While mens souls are burning, yet more day by day, For fear of offense, Nothing do we say. I might risk my job, Make the boss mad at me; If the gospel I give, To that vile employee Though countless will perish, For eternity burn, Don’t ask me to witness, Don’t seek my concern. To yield unto God’s Word, I cannot, you see; Lest one I offend, And they wont like me. So I’ll just wait for Jesus, To sweep me away; When he calls with a shout, That grand Last Day When the Trump shall resound, Translated we’ll be, I wonder how many are going with me. Will my children, my parents, My spouse next to me, Make it to Heaven, For Eternity? The man at the Store, Who I joked with today, Will he make it to Heaven, On the Lords Last Day? My neighbor, my friend, My enemy as well; Have I told them enough, To spare them from Hell?
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 02:17:50 +0000