Without the Father
It feels with presence of evil
Family in the home not civil
No sound of melodious music
Only the sound of broken glasses
Unfortunately the home
Of raging spirits
They have shut down the doors
Of their hearts
God finding it hard to enter with grace
Evil ready to show up its face
Darkest cloud hanging over their home
Expect nothing but emptiness
Heavenly angels not surprised at all
Knowing why this disjointed family fall
Stubbornness to connect with their Father
Down on your knees look up
Navigator points to pray route.
***The Book of End of Times
poem by Young Church
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