LORD IT’S TIME

 

Trash blew along an empty street,

   And in the distance is a sound of a train –

In an old tavern where people meet,

   As whiskey somehow numbs their pain!

 

On a park bench people sit in the shade

   The smell of cigarettes fills the air –

There is endless talk of the USAID,

   And how our elected leaders don’t care!

 

And we wonder how we became so dumb,

   And why we put our faith in mankind –

But I say, “Justice will soon come!”

   And to that I pray, “Lord it’s time!”

 

“For there is nothing covered, that shall

not be revealed; neither hid, that shall

not be known. Therefore whatsoever ye

have spoken in darkness shall be heard

in the light; and that which ye have spoken

in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed

upon the rooftops.” Luke 12:2-3

 

Thomas Theophilus© April 14, 2025