Poem

by Wayne Everett Harris

Two a.m. and I’m awake, the world seems oh so cold,

Nothing’s making sense, and I am feeling old,

What’s wrong old friend, are we near the end?

Armageddon’s near, we’ll be out of here.

Can’t catch a dream, the clock struck three,

Wide awake, you see, got my mind on me,

What’s wrong old friend are we near the end?

Armageddon’s near, we’ll be out of here.

Guess I’m in the tribulation, what an ugly situation,

Candidates debate, but are they too late,

What an awful mess, this is not a test,

It’s the craziest night of them all, I guess.

There’s a nail-scarred hand, and a promised land,

He’s Messiah, yes, God’s son, the One,

Got Him on my mind, looking for a sign,

Is it night or day, approaching judgment day?

Alright, I’ll pray, and what I’ll say,

He’ll hear, He’s near, He’s here,

On my sleepless night, everything’s alright,

As He whispers in my ear, “Do not fear”.

Armageddon’s near, should I cry or cheer?

Chaff in the air, going who knows where,

Wheat will stand in the Promised Land,

Where it is always bright, and everything’s alright.