Perky Poets Society

Oh, the storm did grow near
like a thief to the cache,
And its lightning was tied
on the sky like a sash.
And the roar as of wind
came near, then away,
Hear Me! it said,
Today is the Day!

Like sheep on a hillside
we graze in the dawn
Not knowing before us
The Battle's been drawn.
Around us, so distant,
guns seem to roar;
Not guns – but a trumpet –
proclaiming No more!

God warned us and warned us
and waited and wept,
But still His creation
ignored Him and slept.
Enough! says His voice ~
clear, undiminished ~

I AM; you are Mine; don't you hear?
It is finished!