The stable
door swings open
And with
speed he charges out.
His rider
wears a crown.
He gives a
thunderous shout.
His bow is
strung,
His mission
to fulfill,
And the
white horse springs forward
To conquer
and to kill.
A red steed
comes behind him,
Chaos to
create.
He holds a
mighty sword
To bring
about man’s fate.
He stirs up
dissension,
Men kill
each other.
They fall and
they die,
But yet
there is another.
The black
horse of famine
Flies over
the earth
His rider
holds scales
To determine
worth.
What will it
cost
To buy your
daily bread?
The world
groans in hunger.
Millions are
unfed.
The sound of
the pale horse
Is heard in
the street.
His hooves
are clattering
With an
incessant beat.
Famine,
plague and death,
The wild
beasts rise up,
A fourth of
mankind drinks
Wrath from
judgment’s cup.
We go about
our lives,
Not thinking
this will come,
But the day
is approaching,
And no one
can run.
Satan may
win the battle
But God will
win the war
Every knee
will bow to Him
And time
will be no more.
From
Revelation 6:1-7
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