The Chosen Generation
The Chosen Generation
Poem by Amira Haddad
With growing pains
Human love, waxed cold
Evil remains
My Lord
Why all the calamities?
Nothing is the same
Even in the major cities
My lord
You have pruned my branches
To bear more fruit
And pull no punches
Walk in spirit
Not in flesh
With no holiness
You will be led to death
Hey you!
You are a new creation
It is all true
Our Lord delivers
Even in our bleakest moments
Despite with sickness
Jesus extends kindness
“Love one another.” He said
What have we done instead?
Create further destruction
Far from the Lord’s instructions
Many are called
Few are chosen
Those with ears to hear the word
Their hearts, no longer frozen
We must be living testimonies
A living stone
His right hand
Sitting on His Throne
The day when Jesus returns
Latter saints beside Him
Watching Babylon, as it burns
Praise the Lord!
Amen!
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