Cases Tried
People have died
Trying
People are dying
What's the basis of these cases?
Is anything being done or undone,
What's the cunning secret behind the masses,
That leaves me saying alas! The predictions are true.
I had a clue, but whew, its still disheartening to know
So many hearts are hardened so a tap will crack them
On a whim, or is it? Satan's imps has society limp,
With sin, and God warns the people again and again,
But then, their deafness is predicted too,
Fits like a shoe, just the right size,
And a wise man wouldn't wear it, but rather DIE refusing
To bear that eternal burden,
You've heard him,
And her,
Yes, that teacher, preacher, friend,
That told you about the end,
SIN has you locked, stagnant like you have a glock
Held to your head, you know your tears have fell,
As if you bled, lying in your bed,
You said you wanted a change yet you refuse,
To accept the blame and confess you shame,
Stop playing your GAMES!
You can't see, but believe me,
Because I'll only be here awhile then,
I'm going home.
Eternity cannot be cloned now you jone
The poor man taking a stand,
For the love of his life: JESUS CHRIST,
Instead of listening to the beggars reasoning,
You ignore him and only give anything based upon
The season, Christmas, Thanksgiving maybe,
Baby pay attention to the times,
Christ WILL return in the twinkling of an eye,
Guy, girl, this world is only temporary.
I make an inquiry from me to you:
What's worth your soul? Is it money?
You'll end up like the rich man in hell,
That could only look up to the beggar in heaven,
Is it your looks?
If your name's not in the book,
You won't be worried about them anymore,
As the brimstone pours,
Is it your popularity, your name, your game?
Don't play yourself.
Every man meets the same end: death.
But the question at hand is your soul,
Whose got hold of it now?
By: Tina Williams