J.M.J.
J.M.J.
PRAY FOR THE LIVING
IGNORE THE SIGNS SENT BY MY SON,
AND GREATER ONES ARE SOON TO COME.
YOU SAW THE FLOOD; THE FIRES BURN;
MY LITTLE CHILDREN, WHEN WILL YOU LEARN?
THE CASKETS YOU SAW FLOATING BY;
IT WAS A SIGN YOU TOO SHALL DIE.
THE SMOLDERING ASHES, THE BELCHING SMOKE,
AND YET MY SON YOU STILL PROVOKE.
THE RISING WATERS, THE BURNING TREES,
THESE SIGNS WERE SENT SO MAN MAY SEE.
RWANDA’S BLOOD HAS NOT YET DRIED,
AND STILL MY SON YOU HAVE DENIED.
UNITED STATES WILL FEEL MORE PAIN
BY FIRE AND THRU ENDLESS RAIN.
CATASTROPHES WILL SOON BEGIN
TO CHASTISE ALL FOR MANKIND’S SIN.
THOUGH BLOOD WAS SPILLED, YOURS WAS NOT SHED;
YOU’RE STILL NOT COUNTED WITH THE DEAD.
BUT EVEN THOUGH YOU STILL REMAIN,
IF YOU LOSE YOUR SOUL. WHAT WILL YOU GAIN?
“THY WILL BE DONE”
8-5-1994