END TIMES?

Twisting, turning,
Pushing, burning.
Nature out of joint.

Bombs exploding,
Heads are rolling,
End of life, of all we know.

Nations roaring,
Leaders falling,
Chaos reigning everywhere.

Evil rampant,
Good declining,
True light fading from our day.

Where is hope?
What our future?
Is this the end of all we know?

Let not your hearts be troubled,
Troubled as the world.
I am coming soon.

Peace I give as I prepare a place,
A room,
A home within my Father's house with an eternal view.

'And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near'. Hebrews 10 vs 25

WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

Their eyes were dull, content with life;
I could not see myself mirrored there.
From some I turn, not having spirit to engage that stare.
They seek not mine.

Others engage my look with mirrored look,
And seek me out to engage yet more.

Some have still lively souls,
Still seeking life, still seeking mine.
It speaks well of future discourse,
Face to face and eye to eye.

What of that look that changes not through all the years.
complacent, happy with themselves?
They see not that look upon their face,
Frozen in time, glory fading slowly.

No man's eye, the window to the soul inside,
can behold itself and so no tales can tell
to the soul within.

Happy man who lives to see another day,
with hope to seek more glory than before.
Seeking out a face which marks the look on his.
Questing, striving, knocking, finding,
and so a future builds, one brick upon another.

A face with which to face the face of God,
only to find His face restored in man.

BETROTHED

Slipping the ring of eternity on,
heart and mind transfixed,
a moment of song.

Look to the moon,
promise of more,
going home to another shore.

What awaits?
A dance at a feast,
wine flowing free.
The Prince of all time, dancing with me.

Dressed in pure white,
the dance goes on,
joining in with delight, the God of my song.