How horrible it will be,
For the ones who go for aid;
Because the horsemen they see,
Just might make them feel afraid.
Chariots pulled by a horse,
War horses that are real strong;
Disciplined to stay the course,
Endurance that will prolong.
They seek not the Holy One,
They are not seeking the Lord;
All their battles have been won,
From a different accord.
But our Lord God is wise,
And brings about disaster;
He is able to chastise,
Misleading their forecaster.
He does not take back His Word,
Rising against the evil;
That has misguided the herd,
And whose prince is the devil.
They are mere humans, not gods,
Their horses are flesh and blood;
Their deception being frauds,
Easily drown in a flood.
When the Lord uses His hand,
All the horsemen will stumble;
Everything they had planned,
As their horses will tumble.
Lions growl over their prey,
When a crowd gathers to fight;
But they do not go away,
Are never scared of their sight.
The Lord like a floating bird,
Hovering up in the sky;
To defend and keep His Word,
From infiltrators that try.
In terror they will all run,
As His rock shall pass away;
The wrath of God has begun,
At the time of Judgment Day.
They will run to their stronghold,
Being frightened at the sight;
No longer feeling so bold,
As the Lord does shine His light.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
