Waiting Room Ponder 032912

Sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus, one looks up on occasion, but when waiting for the Bridegroom, the Bride looks up continuously, Keeping the Watch.

Insanity, insanity, all things are insanity,
If this is how things need to be,
Then, please, dear Lord, come for me.

I signed into the net, today,
To see what's going on,
A new volcano wants to play,
Time to run is almost gone.

Earthquakes shaking up the land,
Making false teeth shake in glass,
A protester burned by his own hand,
Union paid protesters have no class.

I know that you have noticed this,
I know that you do care,
Lord, what's going on, ain't Heaven Bliss,
How thin need your patience wear?

The Bible says much about this time,
And How Israel stands alone,
But Insane things are hard to rhyme,
And Rapture's not by phone.

I guess, I need to ask you,
To come down, and take a hand,
Prayer is all that I can do,
With leadership, a motley band.

Don't get me wrong, Oh dear God,
I can't 'mad-dog' bark at you,
I would gladly suffer Iron Rod,
than Haters gain, as we become but Few.

Faithful folks can't stand to watch,
As Travailing events come to pass,
Quicker, Harder, getting ready to hatch,
Affecting every soul, like broken glass.

Our time is getting ever closer,
For you, we need keep looking up,
Your word give us the final answer,
Soon at Wedding Feast, we Sup.

AMEN