The Appointed Time
If we think about it
All will conclude
That we have
Nothing of value
Not a single thought
That is new
No revelation given
To change anyone's
Thought or action
The man that stands
Behind the podium may well as be a chirping bird.
The incessant squawk of worthless values
That everyone hears, and no one heeds
Feet sucked deeply into the quagmire of this world
Where the slough of humanity is sequestered until our God passes judgment
And His Son binds the guilty, pardons the innocent, and recovers those who turned to Him.
Who trusted Him, put faith in Him, who waited on Him to come at the appointed time.