#The Coming Doomsday & #This Gift Of Hope

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#The Coming Doomsday
© By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Calib)

The Coming Doomsday

This had been predicted
Was it not like they were taken by surprise?
Those who new it was coming, prepared
For the rest of us it did not matter if we all lived or died.

With all there computer calculations
And spider web programs did they find
That this predicated doomsday coming
Was going to be one heck of a wild ride

It had been said that all governments, did they know all
The where's, the why's, the particulars
Were so much fodder, so much lies?
This comes doomsday prediction would this survive?

This 2012, and all the hype
What so foolish men we have all become
Running to and fro in the coming hours of this day dawn
How like ants we scurry when the ski grows red, a coming storm?

Just be ware, that things are changing
Keep an open ear and an eye
Prepare your soul first of all
You might have to prepare to give up your life.






when it was asked of Christ Jesus when would it be the end of all that there is, Jesus answered, only one knows the time and date of the ending. for only The Father God knows, not even I his son know. 2012, how could this be that the Myans knew that even the Son of Father God did not"? in other words you can still plane to take a vacation that wek and not miss out on one day of fun in the sun, relax

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#This Gift Of Hope
© By: Carl Coglianese (Ephraim Calib)

This Gift of Hope

Some thing had changed
We were so uncertain but some how we knew
There was this hunger that we felt, that ran so deep
There was an emptiness that we wanted to ignore; yet it grew

I am not so certain
When the dreams began to come
When I would awake at night, covered in sweat
So uncertain when this fear had become so scary, so real

There had been discussions
Among the most learned of groups
Was this what had been prophesied
We all had our concerns, was their proof

So many books were opened
Some old and ancient of times were they written
Had these dreams of our young and old taken their root
Was this the very word that will give us the proof we need?

And now, and now
What about this so called Mayan truth
The day this Old World ends my friends
For is not there own calendar show us the proof

Do you remember, The Sermon on the Mount
For Jesus was asked this and He answered true
For only The One, The Father God knows that date
That leaves out the Mayan's and all the rest of you

How foolish is this mankind
That they think they know all that there is to see
Who proclaim their superiority to those?
All those who are blind yet say that they can see

Now what about this thing called Hope
Who could have come up with such a concept as these?
What can give a dying man a new direction?
Who came up with this emotion called Hope





So much knowledge
Yet there was no one who could understand
Running too and froe, in craziness, yes these words were written
No one cared, no one even made the attempt to understand. This thing called hope


If you lose hope, you have lost everything
Nothing else matters now
Why bother to even get out of your bed
For what reason? Why bother indeed

The very concept of hope has turned to hopelessness
And the multitudes cry out Abba, for we are in fear
And the choir singers call out to the heavens
Will there be someone to hear our song, our prayers

Or has it all somehow ended
And no one even carried enough to say what had happened
We have lost our way; we have lost any future hope
Somehow the hope had all died away. It all died away

yet, I will hold on, just one more time
for I have lost almost everything good in life
I had lost my dreams , no reason for me to survive.
but for this thing called hope, Father God gave to me
I will try one more time