'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--
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