Earthquakes rumble, seas roar,
Tornadoes swirl and hurricanes
rage,
Fires sweep across the forests,
As all Creation groans in pain.
Man in his ignorance and apathy
Ignores the fact that he himself
Lives and breathes and has
consciousness.
That he is responsible to his Creator.
But at His coming, the angels
sing
The trees clap their hands.
The stones though inanimate,
Will find their voice and cry
out.
The crooked will be made
straight,
The wrongs will be righted,
Tears will be dried and suffering
cease.
There will be peace on earth.
Come, Lord Jesus.
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