The Fig Tree’s Greener Poem by Michael P. Johnson

The fig tree’s turning deeper green
The second coming’s rife
A miracle will soon be seen
When Jesus claims His wife

The day of The Bridegroom dawning
The world will see The King
Quite suddenly, without warning
His trumpet sound will cling

According to The Lord’s decree
People from everywhere
Will join the bride or surely see
Her rising in the air

Salvation’s cloud may soon appear
Then such as you and I
Will hear the voice loud and clear
From high up in the sky

The whole wide world will surely see
When Jesus’ few rise high
From here to eternity
Those left behind will cry

Ranting raving they’ll curse The Light
They’ll beat their chest and scream
One another they’ll kick and bite
While bitter tears stream

Gross darkness then will flood the earth
Spectres as night will roar
Furious raging for all they’re worth
But death they’ll find no more

They’ll know the truth through those once free
Who once were saved but fell
Even the devil their eyes will see
Before they enter hell……..