Oh Day of Weeping
One day the earth will evaporate into the universe,
oh what a painful day. Where will the judge sit in
all his excellence and exquisiteness, determining a
horror, which no one will escape?
Will you hear the trumpets in hell, or will you get
an invitation to Heaven? Death and nature trembling
together, waking to wild winds filled with deadly
shrouds. No more romances, no more extenuating
circumstances.
The King, will make decisions as to who will come
home. His magnificence amazes, as before him
the hot and dirty pits of hell that rages.
Is it too late to sing his praises? He is the one who
decides the death blows, or pardons. Seek peace
follow him no matter how tired you may be; it is
he that will judge you on your prejudices.
Are you guilty, as you gaze into the pits of hell,
pedophile, murderer, thief or whore, is it too late
to change your thoughtless ways, judgment day
is here, pray, pray, pray. Will you dismiss the
punishment of hell?
Prone and pleading, when your death is ignited
with the flames of hell, will you then ask to be
saved? Oh day of weeping, men and women come
forth, do not continue to be selfish and cruel.
Now is the time to pray, shout out to the land and
sea, please God spare me.
©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:
- Fragments of Time
- A Passage into Madness
- Asterial Thoughts
- A Sachet of Poetry
- Rutted Roads
- Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts
- Reflections of Poetry
- Beyond the Voices
- Honeysuckle Memories
- Echoing Images from the Soul
- A Journey into the Soul
