The Heartless Wicked (Poem)

In the atmosphere, where the heartless roam,
Lies a darkness, a soul’s forsaken home.
With glee, they weave their wicked spells,
In the depths where malice dwells.

Yet, in the midst of night’s cold grip,
A glimmer of hope, a steadfast ship.
For not all is lost in the battle against the night,
We pray they turn from darkness to light.

For yet a little while, the scriptures say,
The wicked shall be no more, their power stripped away.
Like chaff in the wind, they’ll be swept from sight,
God’s judgment resting with unyielding might.

Though the heartless may roam, and evil may rise,
Their end is certain beneath the righteous skies.
For in God’s time, justice will be served,
And only the heart of the pure will be preserved.

Until Next time, Keep Believing, Keep Hoping & Keep Loving.

Peace. Daniel – The Christian Activist & Warrior

 Remember, Jesus Christ is the Light of the World.

 Thank you, and God Bless