The officer just passed my door,

His boots are pounding on the floor.

This same thing happens eight times a day,

And every time I start to pray.

See this is count time in the pen,

But see there’s something better just listen.

There is a book sealed with seven seals,

That will be opened after seven trumpet peals.

It will be read when God comes to earth,

After He has squashed all the mirth.

I know my name is in this book,

I don’t have to ask, don’t have to look.

See I am anxious for this time,

Because you see it’s the final count time.

~ Leroy Faulkner 1165383 St. Joseph, Missouri