THE END OF THE WORLD
A poem by Simon Camilleri (17/12/12)
There are many thoughts how the world might end.
Some look at why. Some look at when.
Some look at where the signs you’ll find.
Some look at who is left behind.
Some point to nuclear explosions.
Some point to warming of the oceans.
Some say a virus like Bird Flu
Will one day come and then we’re through.
Some say that we should look to space,
A meteor might end our race.
Or aliens may soon attack,
So make sure your bunker is stacked.
Some say the sun will cause our end.
But chill… it’s a billion years til then.
For me, when thinking ‘bout the end
The one on whom I can depend,
Is he who made the stars in space,
And he who made the human race.
The one who can cure all disease
Can also walk on warming seas.
The one who started all creation
Is where I’ll get my information.
Jesus did say the end will come.
When he returns, then all is done.
There will be those who claim it’s near,
But on this point Jesus is clear…
Earthquakes and wars and global strife
Will just be part of normal life.
They are the birthpains, they are signs,
But they don’t tell us dates or times.
When Jesus’ plans are fully done
It’s only then that he will come.
But though no one knows when he’ll visit,
When that day comes you will not miss it.
It won’t be secret, won’t be small.
It will be clearly seen by all.
All people will before him stand
And he will judge the hearts of man.
And all that matters in the end
Is whether he is foe or friend.
The words of Jesus I find heavy,
But they are clear so we’ll be ready.
His authority I believe is true.
But that is me, what about you?
Each “end of the world” prophecy
Promotes some life philosophy.
Whether it comes from space or us,
Or at the return of Jesus,
Whether it’s caused by warming seas,
Each theory has its priorities.
The world will end. You should think about how.
It will effect how you live now.