A Backward Glance Poem by bobby beddoe

I wish these days for whatever it's worth,
As we forge ahead each day and go forth
In this world's spent envisage,
And prepare for the voyage,
Removing Christians from this wicked, vexed Earth !

For those with spiritless souls left all alone;
Most have blown chance to cash in on His atone.
Telling them His Word,
Tho they It they heard,
Resumed spreading the cursed seeds the lost have sown!

So now what! Well, that's pretty much the end!
They're happy with each and every maligned friend
They sway by hook or crook,
For a 'Like' on Facebook.
And they don't care if you or I they offend !

Their Deity saved relatives that leave this land
With the impending Rapture now at hand,
Won't miss those that miss the trip
For giving Christ Jesus the lip,
T'will be they never existed - per God's command !

To impress their admiring abyss suitor
And given their sturbborn soul that's in error.
So perhaps they tonight
Will decide in spite
Of it all; to accept Him - our Saviour !