J.M.J.
J.M.J.
THE WRATH OF GOD
HOW MUCH MORE BLOOD MUST STILL BE SHED?
HOW MANY THORNS MUST PIERCE MY HEAD?
THE CROSS THAT BORE MY TORPID LIMBS,
IT IS STILL SOAKED WITH MANKIND’S SINS.
I’VE WAITED FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS;
I SHED MY BLOOD AND WEPT MY TEARS.
MY LITTLE CHILDREN, WHAT WILL IT TAKE?
WHAT MUST BE DONE THAT YOU AWAKE?
MY TEARS NOW SWELL, THE OCEANS CREST?
STILL YOU IGNORE WHAT I REQUEST.
YOU FAILED TO LOVE AND BE FORGIVING;
YOU FAILED TO SHARE WHAT I AM GIVING.
IF STILL YOU SIN AND NOT REPENT,
WHAT IS TO COME SOON WILL BE SENT.
MY FATHER’S PATIENCE HAS BEEN TRIED;
HIS JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
5-29-1994