Precious ones
Did you not hear my warning,
Did you not heed my cry?
Why am I
Sent forth to wake you
If still you slumber?
Wake while the day
Is still drawing its shadows
For night falls fast.
Precious ones,
How many casualties must fall,
How many children die?
I do not know
Why God would use such as I
To wake the strong.
But this I know,
The love of Christ and His church
Constrains me to cry,
Join in the Holy Spirit
And keep the enemy out.
(by Sarah M.) Note: This poem was written for a serious case of wolves in sheep's clothing.
