Poem: The Time is Now

It is dark
It is cold
It is black
It is blur

Darkness is Satan’s comfort
Cold is the enemy’s weapon of attack
Black is the witches’ air-conditioners
Blue is demons ark

None of the above is good
None of the above doesn’t deserve you
None of the above is not your portion
All are empty caskets in the grave yard.

The shining light is the boring game
The light for the day is the night for the night
The honey for good taste is the bitter of ‘sawaka’ soup
The saving power is the laughing stock

Obedience is rewarded
Mockers are weeping
Broad gate attendants are regretting
The ignorant has no chance
The intelligent of big eyes left it behind

No hiding abode
No more chance
No more salvation
The door is shut
No more opening

He is coming
Not like before
This time as angry lion
Coming with anger
The just is saved
The meek is comforted
The wicked is punished
Lake of fire is the wicked abode

The time is now
The hour is now
The short time is now
The thin hour is now
Salvation is knocking
JESUS is knocking

Written by Pastor John Wundengba
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