We've all seen pictures on the news,
And some of us first hand,
Of the death, devastation, and destruction,
That a storm can bring to the land.
We've seen the merciless carnage,
Left in a tornado's path,
We know the sorrowful outcome,
Of a storm's aftermath.
We've seen the power and destructive force,
That lies in hurricane winds,
We know the sorrow of loved ones lost,
When the fury of the winds finally end.
We've seen the mountains of rubble,
That once were cites and towns,
That once were homes where families lived,
Until an earthquake brought them down.
We've seen the landscape stark and bare,
Where farms and fields had once been,
Where nothing is left but miles of mud,
When the flood waters finally rescind.
We've seen the horrible images,
Of the thousands of lives that were lost,
In an attempt of Genocide,
We know as the Holocaust.
We're seen the awesome destructive power,
We've gained through technology,
By the lives that were lost, when the bombs were dropped,
On Hiroshima, and Nagasaki.
We've seen the sorrow, heartbreak and woe,
Brought on by the act of war,
When a father, mother, sister or brother,
Shall never come home anymore.
We've seen both nature and ourselves,
In the most violent, destructive form,
But what we've seen yet, can scarcely compare,
To when Gabriel blows his horn.
For on the day of Christ's return,
The fury of God will descend,
And all He has brought to creation,
He will bring to an end.
