Quandary Day

We know that it is written,
Sometimes we need review,
Promises for Saved, and Smitten,
As Justly dispensed, by You.

I am in a quandary,
My vote has broken down,
B O, is 'Dirty laundry,'
Now, Mitt. brings on God's frown.

To take away the Land of God,
To split God's land for peace,
Will bring down the 'Iron Rod,'
On this, our Christian fleece.

How do we vote, corrupted choice,
Loose, loose, wrong way to go,
Not voting, takes away our voice,
And, does nothing to remove B O.

It's time for extra Prayer time,
Mitt, must see error of his way,
Catastrophe, don't have a rhyme,
To find solution, before Election day.

In a way, it doesn't matter,
God's Will be Done, His Glory,
Christian gone, the rest will scatter,
In God's Tribulation, Story.

Frustrated, over what to do,
The choice is very clear,
Take Jesus as the God for you,
Then develop a Spiritual ear.

Already a sister, or brother;
Then pass this word along,
Send, 'Need for God,' yet further,
More joyous voices, to sing His Song.

AMEN and Quandary solved.

Inspiration for poem: http://www.nowtheendbegins.com/blog/?p=1...