A Mother’s Despair

Desperate for her child’s safety, is there any place safe anymore, is there?. She looks up at the Sky, and says, did I raise her for this. She is just one of many millions. She despairs, while others boast about their wealth,teasing anyone within hearing distance. The mothers sigh, what am I supposed to believe. Leaders everywhere, stash as much as they can off shore, shoring up for their futures, sad fools, had they not seen the signs everywhere. Not surprisingly, those that report the news,never mention the prophecies of old,afraid they will upset the viewers. How much more can they take, they only see their lands on fire, while the planet heats up. What Mother wouldn’t feel despairing.

Millions willingly sacrifice, so many you can’t count, no accountants for this, kindness is not part of their job description. But there was a time when there was working hearts, but now they are few. An elderly holy man sighs; will there be any faith left when the return happens,and right it is, that he should wonder. He shares the mother’s despair.

Light, the Spirit of God, the names of the prophets, on some lips, hurry up Lord they pray, we can’t take anymore. The Lord through his Holy Prophets, has warned, times such as these must happen,while the weeds are separated from the harvest, amen, do not despair mothers.

Those who live the libertarian lifestyle, avarice, selfishness, and all that is base, have a hold in positions of power, but have no power, when faced with the power of God,and this is there time,to be judged. One word, can turn them into baffling fools. So Mothers, do not despair.

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