Boughs they are swaying
Horses are braying
Clouds in the sky are swiftly not staying
There is a storm on the horizon
Its time drawing nigh
I look deep in her eyes and
I say, “We’ve got to fly”
Away from impending doom
Away from all dread
Where peace overrules gloom
Like a comforting bed
A tempest is turning
Forests are burning
I scarcely have time to deliver my warning
Flee from destruction
Head to high ground
Escape the abduction
Of the ravenous hound
There is a great surging wave
Dark clouds appear
Which souls will be saved
Which souls remain in fear
Some scoff and shun me
Some try to outrun me
I run to my savior whose sacrifice won me
Why wait for disaster
Just to see if it’s real
Go instead to the Master
He will hear your appeal
Whisked away from eternal damnation
Removed from harm’s way
To a brand new creation
Heaven’s glorious array
Will you cringe, will you cry
Slowly open one eye
What is your plan now that Hell draws nigh?
By Royce Waxenfelter
8/4/23
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