IF JESUS CAME BACK

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Jul 21, 2023

Why should he come again
If Jesus did come back
Nations would attack
That’s a fact, Jack
First, he would be a probe
Slip off his robe
Parade him up the road
Five continents would share
Demanding this to be fair

They will ask him for proof
While pulling out his tooth
Just to rule out the truth
His revelation sensation
Would just be lamentation
To a nation of discrimination
Making him a criminal again
With an audience disdain

A get-out-of-jail-free card
With them, it’s just a fad
To sinners that have gone bad
My oh my how sad
Some would be glad
Others would be mad
Now who would pay the price
Not you, not me, not Christ
So they will look for another
And put him to the slaughter

 Have you ever thought that
Mankind is just a big fat
Comes out stinking 
Just like that
They will make him a rat
Placing him in front of the cat
know he would not attack
So it's all in the bag
If Jesus did come back




 

Tags: Sad, Faith, Scary, Pain,

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Kenvil Atkins commented on Jul 21, 2023 at 5:16pm
You know it, I know it, let the world know it!
Kenvil Atkins commented on Nov 15, 2024 at 4:42pm
Jesus the son of the living Jehovah, thank you.
Leon Veneman commented on Dec 18, 2024 at 1:27am
Are you referring to what the Romans did to Jesus? I had to think of that. Also, the poem gives some kind of groove, which is not a bad thing ;)
Kenvil Atkins commented on Dec 18, 2024 at 4:22am
Thank you, Leon, for your observation. It clearly shows in our generations what mankind is thinking of, certainly not the teaching Jesus taught while doing his father Jehovah's will. This generation has become corrupt and spoiled, with no love or fellowship enough to sustain a second coming. This is my observation; what's yours?

 

 

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