Are You Prepared? ? ? Poem by Michael P. Johnson

With Israel’s trees luscious green
Her streams fresh and clear
More Heavenly signs will be seen
As tribulations near

The earth will quake and oceans roar
Fear will reach the skies
Occults will rise from shore to shore
Breeding religious lies

For Truth there will be no respect
Like Sodom in its day
The Lord our God will man reject
To turn their sweet old way

Demonic hoards will stop at nought
The Beast will rule the day
With nothing to cease the onslaught
No one to show The Way

There’ll be no love no thought of peace
No kindness left to share
Although knowledge will increase
Deceived they’ll cease to care

Pestilence will raise its head
Through wars they’ll maim and kill
Masses will gnash their teeth instead
Of seeking Heaven’s will

A third of all that breathes will die
In vain they’ll seek their graves
To God they’ll still refuse to cry
Hiding in holes and caves

But hell’s fire awaits them yet
Where worms will not decay
Whilst we full joy will ne’er regret
Jesus’ eternal day