Rooms of sorrow open up before my eyes,

as a quickening prevails upon the tainted skies,

giving a voice to the small child’s laughter in my mind.

Laughter that once filled this now dark and hollow place,

 oh how it bemoans of lost tomorrows and scathing disgrace.

For I enter into this world like a whisper as in a specters state,

and I see in the corner of this room, a child’s bed and a child’s fate.

Tattered and stained of red are the sheets and the covers spread.

And at the foot, propped neatly on the floor, just sitting in place,

is a one legged  stuffed bear with sunken button eyes and dirty face.

Over on the wall, hanging askew, is a painting of Jesus and the apostles few.

And on the floor is a comb, a brush and pretty bows that golden hair once adorned,

yet what took my eye, is the tiny dress that this small tender child had once worn,

it was hand sewn with tender love, yet now at the seams, it was ripped and torn.

Thunderous rage began to fill me within in the depths of my burdened soul,

as these visions of yesterdays horror, before my eyes did unfold,

a tale of terror that is yet unseen, a story of what evil can bring.

This is but one of many horrible scenes that will soon be told.

For there is a day in the future, which in reality for me is in the past,

unless there is intervention, or intersession, by means of prayers cleansings fast.

A child with hair of gold shall never have another day to glory or behold.

For the evil that dwells in mans heart,

can destroy the goodness of many a small soul.

For this is a day that is coming soon, a day when the gates of hell are opened wide,

and vast legions of evil will upon this earth embark,

 to usher in the last vestiges of the apocalyptic doom.

So this I pray…that you too join me today,

in earnest intersession for God to stay his hand

and peace and love will prevail throughout the land.

 
J. Allen Wilson © 2004