Young and free
You used to be
Wild as a foal
Now, as you get old
The road home gets longer
And the hold of death gets stronger
And its avenger gets closer
A storm is brewing
Ancient and true
Rain drops fall
Thunder calls
The Son home
Shalom is coming again
He shall come to regain His throne
Upon which the Son of God will make Earth a death free zone
And souls will be tried
And bonafide
True or a lie
And will accordingly be sent
To Heaven or Hell
All will be well once again
When He comes again.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Young and free
You used to be
Wild as a foal
Now, as you get old
The road home gets longer
And the hold of death gets stronger
And its avenger gets closer
A storm is brewing
Ancient and true
Rain drops fall
Thunder calls
The Son home
Shalom is coming again
He shall come to regain His throne
Upon which the Son of God will make Earth a death free zone
And souls will be tried
And bonafide
True or a lie
And will accordingly be sent
To Heaven or Hell
All will be well once again
When He comes again.
Pardon any inconsistencies with The Bible. Bless y'all!
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