It's in the Gate, maybe now too late, I wonder, oh I wonder. Perhaps, we'd get another chance, if we Repent, without further Ponder?
Rain of your Reign
By Arley Steinhour 031212
Dear Father God, I must confess,
Your Truth rings loud and clear,
Problems, our nation must address,
Or increasingly live in fear.
You gave to us this Grand Land,
For all of earth to dwell,
In Freedoms gift we must lend a hand,
Develop Earthly Heaven, this side of Hell.
Alas, we seem to have failed the test,
With Greed's Discriminatory flow,
Rich, rich, and Poor, poor at best,
Blindly seeking Hell's door to know.
As in the days of Noah, and the days of Lot,
You seem to have grown tired,
After giving our plight much thought,
For Country U.S.A. to be 'Retired.'
You gave us what we needed,
Leaders who would cheat and lie,
To take away what we never heeded,
With Greedy eyes, just watch it die.
I offer my opinion, lest I cry,
A weight upon my heart, filled with pain,
Watching closely for you in the sky,
In hopes you'll give us cleansing rain;
The 'Rain' to which I do address,
Is better spelled as 'Reign,'
The only way to purge this stress,
So Hell, is never seen again.
The 'Leadership,' we thought we had,
Does, like they before him, lied,
With heart that can only be Satan clad,
May We the People, vote what you decide.