Wind and waves enclosed,

A power kept for a day.

Something untold,

Coming our way.


Close off the storm.

Put up a sturdy gate.

Do not yet mourn,

The terror still awaits.


Blown to scorch and drench,

Pouring through the gap,

But a thirst to quench,

Will awake Earthís nap.


Godís wrath is staged,

No time for running.

Repent and be saved,

Jesus is coming.





Pouring Through The Gap by Ronhales                                                                                                                   Ezekiel 22:30

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