Signs of Jesus' Coming
By Corrine Craker
Sentinels on ancient ramparts
In the Orient to-day,
Great the movements you're beholding
Near your posts and far away,
Signals everywhere converging. Omens of Christ's coming day,
Faint tho signs appear, and scattered. JesUsS' tryst now beckons them for aye.
Ceed the muffled tones of warfare,
Ore you shall Megiddo reach. Mime, decrepit, holds his lancet;
In fact, theorems would teach.
Noney's dominant in power;
Gvery sin of Noah's years
Stains with guilt this sphere terrestrial, Caffles ante-bellum's fears.
Ondless seem the late inventions.
Melments, swords, are far too tame.
Irgies play their part ignoble,
Nead the world, and without shame,
Goubt you that a crisis nears us, You who read the changing roll?
O behold the signals round you!
Units form the finished whole.