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"UNCREATION"

("Our Plundered Planet")
by Fairfield Osbourne.



In the beginning was the earth,
And it was very beautiful.
And man lived upon the earth. And man said: "Let us build skyscrapers and expressways."
And man covered the earth with steel and concrete.
And man said: "It is good."


On the second day , man looked upon the clear blue waters of the earth.
And man said: "Let us dump our sewerage and wastes into the waters."
And man did. The waters became dark and murky.
And man said: "It is good."


On the third day , man gazed at the forests of the earth.
They were tall and green. And man said:
"Let us cut the trees to build things for ourselves."
And man did. And the forests grew thin.
And man said: "It is good."


On the fourth day , man saw the animals leaping in the fields and playing in the sun.
And man said: "Let us trap the animals for money and shoot them for sport."
And man did. And the animals became scarce.
And man said: "It is good."


On the fifth day , man felt the cool breeze in his nostrils.
And man said: "Let us burn our refuse and let the wind blow away the smoke and debris."
And man did. And the air became dense with smoke and carbon.
And man said: "It is good."


On the sixth day , man saw many kinds of people on the earth
Different in race colour and creed.
And man feared and said: "Let us make bombs and missiles in case misunderstandings arise."
And man did. And missile sites and bomb dumps checkered the landscape.
And man said: "It is good."


On the seventh day , man rested.
And the earth was quiet and deathly still.
For man was no more.
And it was VERY GOOD!






"TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS RETURNED".


Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house, not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their bibles were laid on the shelf without care, in the hope that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed, not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mum in her rocker with babe in her lap was watching the late show while I took a nap.

When out of the east there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY.!!!!

The light of His face made me cover my head, It was Jesus returning, just like He said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the book of life which He held in His hand, was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name.
When He said, "It's not here", my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready, He rose without sound, while the rest of us were left standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was too late; I had waited too long, and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, Oh if only we had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear, the coming of Jesus IS drawing near.
There's only one life, and when comes the last call, we'll find that the Bible was true after all.
So if you value your future and want to know for sure, visit your local church and you'll learn much more.















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