A poem written by my mother.

Some Day

How small but great is God's creation;

Humans, beasts, and all of nature;

What a wonder thought, how man can ruin such wonderful features.

"Tear down the church, the homes, and the future," is their cry,

And all have done their best to try;

But all their efforts is only for a day,

For God shall rule a better day.

So let the blasphemers uphold their voice,

And the mockers proclaim their choice,

For what shall become of them that day

When God shall judge them for all their ways.

So hold on brethren it will not be long,

When we shall see Him coming from the throne;

When God's creation shall fade away,

And God shall rule a better day.