We've come through storms
Windswept and shaken
Survived an earthquake
Battered and bruised
Been cut off by floods
And mudslides
And rock falls…
When will the people believe?
We've run from volcanoes
Violently erupting,
Been ripped by tornadoes
Hurtling through towns
Destroyed by tsunamis
Pounding, and
Pulverizing…
When will the people believe?
We've been seared by fires
Out of control
Fanned by strong winds
Ravenously feeding
On trees, grass and crops
Houses
And humans…
When will the people believe?
There are wars and disasters
They've explained it away
Refuse to believe
In a coming doomsday…
Help them to see
These are end times, dear Lord
Help them repent...
And believe.
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