Friday, December 18, 2020

Upon a Pale Horse Death Rides

We know Death is not our master, but he yet measures our days
And know his job is not easy, it is a disaster, humans fear his name
Life is not so easy, that some do not someway desire his presence
To kiss them upon wicked lips, they join him into the darkness
He exists, as does the abyss, he is unaffected by human sorrow
He might not be near, but it's clear, we're not promised tomorrow



"When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth."  Revelation 6:7-8