Wrath's Rain

This treats real, no meager trickster.
A scary truth, no flaky mixture.
When Christians left the Gospel mission,
This world lost God's benediction;
True love was lost,
We counted not the cost.
Beware, and read on if you dare,
For this is no cheesy fright fest fare.


From heaven's angry smoke-filled throne,
God's wrath long overdue is known.
Though once all men beheld His glory,
Grace is done, the Gospel story.
Now all's for naught,
This farm's been bought.
Buzzards circling low explore,
The unsaved graceless to the core.


From faceless sons a question begs;
Are those leftover just the dregs?
As the error of their life is shown,
The answer from His mighty throne,
As deadly rain,
Falls on those in vain.
The deadly tide will overflow
The damned will ride its undertow


Their harm a churchy world inflicts,
By loveless laws and men's edicts.
Indifference costs a heavy price;
Hell's mouth wide will not now suffice.
No way to heal,
No way to re-seal.
This poor flock no longer sought,.
The terror of their soul is caught.


The time of His return is here,
Even now men's hearts are filled with fear.
If We fail here to share God's vision,
Those left behind die in derision.
This drama's real,
Please hear my appeal.
Though sinful men will surely die,
Today the Savior's love is nigh.