“When you see Jerusalem being surrounded by armies, you will know that its desolation is near. Then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains, let those in the city get out, and let those in the country not enter the city. For this is the time of punishment in fulfillment of all that has been written. How dreadful it will be in those days for pregnant women and nursing mothers! There will be great distress in the land and wrath against this people. They will fall by the sword and will be taken as prisoners to all the nations. Jerusalem will be trampled on by the Gentiles until the times of the Gentiles are fulfilled.” (Luke 21: 20-24)
Mom’s Poem for Church
Listen not to doom Sayers
The end will come one day
Do not beat your brow with prayers
Trusting God the only way
The way to the end is full of briers
Grabbing at us as we go
“Take no anxious thought” He tells us
Trusting God is all I know
“I will be with you” He whispers
We can’t be afraid of what we see
Allusions are all around us
Angels will carry you and me
Jane Williams
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