Waiting for the morn

waiting for the morn
i still do
for lasting
throughout the night
has become hard
all darkness
seem to envelope
all that was good
since the glorious days
of my youth
i recall all
tradition, culture and religion
even the sayings of the old
and all that has been
the noble, the sacred
now all is no more
each day has been stained
much evil under the sun
no more hope
aching mankind
is living without scope
no wonder why it is now difficult
to cope with each and present scenario
what we ought not do do
is that which we are only now doing
- we are sinners.

COME, NOW Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus
We have weathered all types of storms
The end of the age could be near and all
None of us no of the day and time
You did say joy comes in the morning
We long and await may be angels and the watchers
Will be with us as we long to be with You and the Father
After all you did pray for Yourself
If the Cup was to be taken away from You
You did also pray for the disciples
That You may be together with them and the Father
We know it was too late for Judas
For he had to do, what he did
For the Good News to spread like a heavenly threshold
We realize among us no one is clean
We are all littered in sins
 And we fall short of His glory
We are aching mankind
Living each day as sheep, goats and cattle
Whose fate is to dice with death at the market stalls
Fattening Houses
And the Slaughtering Houses
We are all good for Nothing
Not even good to those like Us
Worse still about those Different from Us
Our own Children
We are Killing Before They Come Off Age
If they Survive, Some of Them Are Killing Us
As we all long for Your 2 CominG
So COME, NOW Lord Jesus!