God enthroned in Heaven above
Looks down upon mankind in love
With grief He sees what lies ahead
For man whose sin just seems to spread
We looked at night and called it day
Took black and white and made them gray
Creation’s splendor- accident?
I cringe at what we must repent
Christ’s alarm, a trumpet blast
Wake up, oh church- He’s coming fast!
~ Michelle Massaro
Nice poem, dear Michelle. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI invite you to contribute with this poem (and maybe other poems by you) to a future issue of CHMagazine. Your poem will be translated into Romanian by our translators.
All the best,
Daniel Dragomirescu, editor
Very Nice Michelle!
ReplyDeleteImpressive!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle! I enjoyed the visit.