by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.

There is a storm brewing I know
Trees falling as hot winds blow
A crisis across a worn nation
Not use to this kind of devastation.

There is a drought across our land
Dry dirt sifting through our hand
Water ways heating and drying out
Fish are dying there is no doubt.

Are the horses already coming?
I think I hear the angels humming
Check out the book of Revelation
Maybe it’s started, the Tribulation.

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