Wakeup Time at Door

Quaking and Shaking are hard to show present, The Volcano is what you receive, The night-time visibility is a warning present, So non-believers might believe.

[Day 20 of Omer, Lyyar 5, 5772]

How many days, only You know,
The time I have left, to prepare,
To be counted worthy, here below,
When you foreclose Satan's share?

Here, you gave me poetry,
To carry my praise to you,
Serving you has set me free,
So free, I'm in this stew.

To heaven I send my mumblings,
on Angel wings that fill the sky,
Putting life into my mortal feelings,
So my words will please your eye.

Oh, Abah, God, bring Time to fruition,
May you say we served you true,
For fulfilling, our every mission,
Witnessing others, about loving you.

When Kingdom days are finished,
The words we long to Hear,
'Well done, good and faithful servant,'
Pure blessing in hearing, will fill our ear.

Prophecy, day by day, played out, day and night,
So many wars, and rumors, at the door,
Volcanoes erupting, what a sight,
Diverse places quaking, shakes the floor.

Last Days no longer 'if-by-chance,'
They are rapping at the door,
Like a long awaited final dance,
Soon, there be 'Time,' no more.

AMEN