'The war to end all wars' they said
It surely proved a lie-- The fields of mainland Europe red, Nearly forty million lying dead-- How many more must die? For twenty years a world shell-shocked Dwelt in uneasy peace But Nazi hate the gate unlocked One night now known as Kristallnacht-- The 'dogs of war' unleashed. The hordes of Hitler's hell-bent rage Obsessed with crazed resolve Tread Europe down in mad rampage, The armies of the world engage-- All nations soon involved. Great cities levelled, vapourised-- The H-bomb devastates-- A world men thought was civilised By blood and carnage undisguised-- Eighty million lives laid waste. Since then many millions more have died In an avalanche of hate; In conflagrations far and wide An obvious and fearsome slide-- Apocalyptic state. What future can we postulate In devastation's wake? Will war and conflict yet abate? Or could it be this is checkmate? God Himself will undertake. Such birthpangs prophets long foretold Consummating in our day. Remember God is in control And though the love of men grows cold God's Word is underway. In dust and death see figtree grow Despite the 'dogs of war' As prophesied so long ago A sign to let His people know The Lord is at the door. He warned--'Let not your love grow cold Though lawlessness abound' The Word of truth by faith uphold, Let love and joy rule in your soul-- Soon, we'll be homeward bound. By Vincent Lyons. In the rumbling peals of thunder
In the flashing forks of light As the clouds are burst asunder By the tempest's fearsome might Blinding flashes without number Hurled from Heaven's lofty height-- Bow my head in awe and wonder As the lightning bolts ignite. Though I marvel, slightly frighted At the storm-cloud's flash and flare Fire and brimstone can be sighted In the Heaven's angry glare And our frailty's highlighted Our fragility laid bare And the might of God is cited To each eye that is aware. In this awesome demonstration Nature's energy untamed Presents Heaven's illustration Of God's judgement yet restrained As the sky gives acclamation 'Fore a world that stands ashamed-- To my heart a revelation In the stormy skies proclaimed. God's the blessed illustrator On the blackboard of the night; He's the Author, instigator Of this spectacle of might; It shouts loudly of Creator In each blast and bolt of light-- Yes the sky's God's amphitheatre Where's displayed His pow'r tonight. By Vincent Lyons. There’s a message in the Scriptures
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