Jesus Will Come


As I sit in my house.
Looking out my window.
Streets once filled with people
Walking by.
Now, all I see empty and bare.
No cars going by.
Staying secluded in our homes.
For now prisoners at home.
Government has closed society.
Once out on the streets we all
Met and greet.
Only now keeping a safe distance.
Wearing a mask.
Hell has arrived bring mass distruction.
Distroying our beautiful society.
Even in our churches keeping a safe distance.
Once shaking hands and hugging necks.
Now keeping a safe distance wearing a mask.
God will come cleansing our world.
Of all this mass distruction.
Taking all His creation in a land of Glory.
Jesus will come.

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