When The World Vanishes
When this world vanishes
When it goes with its own things
When the sun glows dim then
The moon shall head adark shape
The earth shall warn out like acloth
He says on the mount Zion
When the living things cry foul
When the most high shall say no more
When the heavens shall close its walls
Our ways shall never be his
His ways are always higher as heaven
For he is the king of glory
If today we remember the cross
And take charge of his will
Demonds shall never sneak closer
Even diseases shall regret to lock
And he shall say well is with you
When the world vanishes
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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