The Day Cometh.

A Poem by Gilbert Saint

Another In The Line Of Ultimate Poetry.

The Day Cometh.

They took my words and made them their own,
So i rose from the poetic ashes to claim what is my own,
This spiritual complacency i can no longer condone,
The Ultimate Poet,
I'm giving back to Christ, this talent is his to own.

The day cometh that I'll have to fly away,
never mind the good or evil of today,
My debts I will have paid,
Claims to my name nobody will make.
The day cometh when all will be shaken, that the tempral may pass but the eternal remain.

The day cometh, when He'll grow tired of the ways of men, and use their own making against them.
Still the day cometh, when all darkness shall be made true, I hope among the wicked i don't see you.
The day cometh that the earth breaks, with every step the son of man takes,
when stone will bleed as His chosen ones he takes,
When worldly knowledge shall no longer stand, spiritual knowledge takes its place.

The day cometh when we'll all be a family again,
Problem is, will you be in heaven or burning in hell?
When we'll fly like a million sparrows or we'll be stung by the hell fire arrows,
When we'll rejoice till our voices become soar, or be consumed by fire to the bone marrow.

The day cometh, when an eclipse shall be the light,
As light came to the world, but men loved the darkness.
When a ll financial stability shall be lost,
Then will they realize how much his blood cost,
As men saw finances as hope, but Christ not their salvation.
The day cometh when all angels of heaven align,
Their wings shining in the sunshine, speaking powerful words like mine, flaming swords in their hands, ready to do the will that is thine.

Creation had talent, but they chose to use it for their selfish gain and manipulative ways,
They will regret till the end of days,
My Lord guide me,
Till time I see that day.