Poetry by Lindsay Morris

"End of Days"

When persecution arises and peace dies,
Will you be ready for the battle or your cross despise?
When Satan gains foot and good is overthrown,
Will you have godly armour on or be with thorns overgrown?

When the Anti-Christ takes throne, will you be amazed,
Or with a ready heart, take your cross and be raised?
Will you be offended at the great hardness of way,
Or will you now start preparing for this horrific day?

Will Christ be your Rock? Your heart's comfort then?
When brother betrays brother and friend smites friend?
Are you seeking early to be a savour of sweetness,
To your God while suffering and tormented with meekness?

Have you built an altar and on it laid,
Willing to be dead to this world and only heaven your abade?
Are you willing to be a sign and a great wonder,
To this generation who will be torn asunder?

When this earth travails in sorrow for sin,
And Satan divides and conquers spiritual kin,
Will you stay steadfast with your hands lifted high?
Will you still serve your God and send forth praise to the sky?

When children are buried and your loved taken hold,
Will you still preach the gospel and God's truths unfold?
Or will you with sorrow hang your harps on the willow,
And drown in the persecution, billow upon billow.

When false Christians around raise victory flags in your sight,
Will you surrender your crown and with fear take your flight?
Will you bow down your flesh because ready you were not?
Will you flee from salvation though so great it was wrought?

Or will you stand to the end with your King in this plight,
And with Him conquer all darkness with majesty and might?
Oh prepare yourselves, ye soldiers of the Lord!
Gird on yourselves now a spiritual sword!

In the last days, to the mountains some will have fled;
Because they gave way to Satan and God was not their dread. 
Will you be numbered with those, that will their flesh try and save?
Or will you fight the darkness with God's Spirit that He gave?

Are you preparing for this day though the morrow it's not?
My friend and my brother,  it will come faster than thought!
It's a wintery season that shall come very soon!
Though it's just fall now, the next season sings it's tune.

Suffering will be great and pain to its high,
But God shall prevail and He cannot lie!
Those who have oil and are wise in heart,
Will shew forth his glory to earth in every part.

So prepare your body, your mind and your soul,
For the last day's battles with God's glory as your goal. 
It will take holiness and nothing short to endure,
This coming tribulation and of that you can be sure.

Each day prepare your heart for Christ to be ablaze.
Don't be confounded and surprised in an ungodly daze.
For Christ has warned and His written Word has he given,
So that in this coming season, your heart in Him can be hidden.

Pray always and stay awake so you won't be found distraught,
When darkness fills the sky and evil is sought.
Sleep not as the foolish who've forgotten the days;
And have mingled with harlots and can't discern God's ways.

So go now and buy your oil this day!
For soon the blue sky shall be turned black and grey.
Satan will advance though his doom is sure.
Then Christ will arise and descend from His heavenly shore!