Thoughts

Bedlam abounds
In my higher-dimensional mind
Oh, sweet sanity, I long to find

The shadows speak
I am a few bricks shy of a load
My temper is hot, do not goad

Saints, be ready
For the rapture of the Church
Don’t be left in the lurch

I follow biblical prophecy
Israel is God’s clock
Many will scoff and mock

Before the Anti-Christ takes power
Our blessed hope will commence
It will not be a happenstance

Jesus Himself shall appear
At the trumpet that’s last
The dead in Christ shall rise first

Oh happy day
We’ll go with Christ to Heaven
Those left behind are Satan’s leaven

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025