Poem about Money : Harvest Time

Poem about Money : Harvest Time :




The grapes are ready

The wheat stands ripe

Rear end is coming

May be here tonight



The den of vipers

The ball they fumble

Their system's shambles

They watch it crumble



They've been exposed

For whom they are

The sons of cain

Have gone too far



You gave them a choice

From the beginning

They took the left

And kept their sinning



The locust army

Has consumed so much

Everyone's lazy

Their leaders are touched



Jezebel's prophets

They scream aloud

Crying for their god

Too come make them proud



Is he on vacation

Gone far away?

Or on the can?

Where inside he lay



The season is here

Good Christians stand ready

The battle lines clear

Have Michael cast dungheady



All of his lies

Have come to fruition

All to disguise

The son of perdition



The final battle

Is soon to unfold

Throughout all history

Its story's been told



All generations

Have fought the fight

Religious, political

Military might



You've tested each soul

In Your own way

And we are the last

A spiritual play



Help us stand fast

And ready Your Armour

Attack and advance

To forward Your Honour



The enemy's within

And spewed about

Those caught in the middle

This time are out



We pray all eyes

Be open to see

Realizing they're

Some blinded by Thee



Give to us courage

Wisdom and Might

Guide with Your Spirit

All those in The Right



Bless and keep us

For You are our Rock

Waiting ‘til the end

For we are Your flock



By Udiah






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