Soon there will be,
another New Year . . .
twelve more months
will again be here.
I don’t know about you,
but my, how time flies
years seem to pass . . .
like a blink of my eyes.
Speaking about blinking,
I cannot help thinking
will this be the year . . .
I’ll witness that twinkling.
For, I know at any second,
Jesus could come again
and to this all I can say . . .
is Amen and Amen.
So my only resolution,
for the approaching New Year
is to keep my ears open . . .
so the last trump I can hear!
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In a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trump:
for the trumpet shall sound,
and the dead shall be raised
incorruptible,
and we shall be changed.
Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka
