Where Will They Find You
In the End of Times, fear not faithful heart,
rewards, eternal life await those true.
Believers blessed for good works on their part,
tally of service and duty accrue.
Tribulation, the Antichrist will come,
seven years of famine, plaque and war then.
God’s wrath against sin and evils outcome,
through the thunderous hooves of Four Horsemen.
Armageddon, Jesus Christ to return,
one thousand years Satan sent to lakes fires.
The unbelievers the White Throne will spurn,
New Jerusalem, for faithful transpires.
When comes the Rapture, the faithful pass through,
as the trumpet sounds; where will they find you?
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
3/16/16
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016
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