Falling Away

Poem By Rachel Marie Gillon

Where are the saints? Where can they be? All the ones that once worshipped before me Who once sung with voice, a sweet melody
Giving praise and honor onto me Who preached my words with boldness and fear
Proclaiming the end draws near Where are the saints, you say Well, they have begun the falling away
The bible calls it apostasy Which only means soon very soon
I’ll be on my way To arrive any day.

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