Someday Soon

Someday soon my tongue will tell
Of Earth made black, each tree fell'd,
Nothing seen but endless mire,
All consumed by holy fire.
The heaving ground, void of mirth,
An iminenet child birth.
The moon ceased to be the same,
Shower'd the ground with crimson rain;
The sun had fall'n from the sky,
In the fiery lake it died.

From above, a mighty sword
Drawn and weilded by my Lord.
Moving swiftly down He cut
All the wicked in their glut,
But passing o'er those He wrote
In His book, whom have His coat
Of righteousness giv'n that day
A Pure, Holy Lamb was slain.

Then a beast who prowl'd the land,
The blood of saints on his hands;
Suicidal, on he pressed,
Rank with death and human flesh.
Then my Lord took heed of him
Tearing children limb from limb.
Silence; then into His chest
Drew the deepest of all breaths.
The murderer could not fend
'Cause the exhale was his end.

And then looking side to side
I stood amidst His blameless bride
Chosen before time began
In line with His perfect plan.
A boy's cancer was remiss,
His mom's blind eyes witnessed it.
The lame man ran as he pleased,
His wife had no heart disease.
Pain had ended, sorrow ceased;
No one suffered in the least.

Then my Lord whose back was striped,
With His pierced hands tears were wiped
Away from those He called home
Whose lives were saved with His own.