As violence fills our land,
And extremists “march to the beat,
Of a different drum.”
Hate is on the increase.

Yet, our leaders cry for peace,
A peace that will never come.
The devil knows his time is short.
Soon he’ll have his “day in court,”
Be bound and cast into a lake of fire!

But, it makes me glad to say,
I’ll be shouting far away,
And singing in the heavenly choir!
Ah, the news is not just “gloom and doom.”

Somewhere eternal flowers bloom,
In a land where the soul never dies!
You see, our Lord has prepared a place,
For those who are saved by grace!
There He shall wipe every tear from our eyes!

Robert F. Dotson © 2007
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