Still Time

Late for dinner, Food for thought What was once viewed repulsive, cannot then be bought Peace and security, shall soon be proclaimed Puppets on strings will be inclined to fuel the flames Time is so very precious, holding hands death and life The putting to death of the wicked, brings God no delight The season of goodwill ticks down to its end True, the road is narrow, but teeming with true friends Their silver, their gold, Look, they toss them in the streets, after the great harlot, Is devoured by the beast The kingdom is coming all bow down to our king The wicked will vanish in the mist Yet, the earth must still remain