Dear Lord,
You know me,what I was,I and I will
Wicked creature I am,
You created it in your own image and likeness
Nothing your creature has given you
But it does what isn't pleasing to you
What shall you do to it?
Dear Lord,
Many has happened to show your return
Your creature not aware,still sinning
Till unknown day that it shall know you
It says each day,the world is ours
Never trusting any more,nobody
What shall you do to it?
Dear Lord,
You know my deeds, good and evil
You,always accepting me,the way I am
You,calling me to you,never ceasing
You;let your heart to me,hard it's
You still and you will call me
What shall you do to it?
Dear Lord,
Today you poor creature has written a letter
A letter to you, after your revelation to its life
Proclamation of what you revealed to it
Say it,you can be rejected
They will call you a preacher,
But my child,remember that a prophet is never accepted in his country,
But tell them,I have said,
The end is near but has not come,
And why this disease Master?
It's because my creatures have ignored me
They have blocked their ears with bricks
They don't want me any more,
But I tell you,if one leaves his evils way of life and follows me,
No curse shall be upon him,
And now,I took you church not because it was your will
But I used my servant,I told you to sing,
But that wasn't enough, they claimed you wanna be a liar,
A joker,self gaining they could call it
Now I had to use you in a different way
Way can't be understood by many
Joker still they will call you
But my creature,don't lose hope
Always with you ,
And I shall proclaim to their hearts, what is
It's my revelation, my day is coming
Not late for one to turn to me....
©jimmykane
J