Isaiah
November 28th, 2007, 08:15 PM
A little-boy poem.
Here I am, still Rapture Ready, Lord.
Another day gone, but You won't keep me bored.
Witness? There's still room on the Heavenly Bus?
Go out and find others to take the trip with us?
O.K. Lord, be with me as I leave my comfort zone.
Help me to water their hearts of stone.
You amaze me, Lord, willing that no one should perish.
You seem to never get tired, as You fish.
Rapture Ready, Lord, even if it don't happen this next day.
Lost souls are finding out they don't even have to pay.
What debt they owe has already been taken care of by You.
Maybe You'll just ask them to look up at a sky of blue.
Rapture Ready, always and forever, Lord.
You have a way of not keeping us bored.
Here I am, still Rapture Ready, Lord.
Another day gone, but You won't keep me bored.
Witness? There's still room on the Heavenly Bus?
Go out and find others to take the trip with us?
O.K. Lord, be with me as I leave my comfort zone.
Help me to water their hearts of stone.
You amaze me, Lord, willing that no one should perish.
You seem to never get tired, as You fish.
Rapture Ready, Lord, even if it don't happen this next day.
Lost souls are finding out they don't even have to pay.
What debt they owe has already been taken care of by You.
Maybe You'll just ask them to look up at a sky of blue.
Rapture Ready, always and forever, Lord.
You have a way of not keeping us bored.