The End

Alas, I fear,
The End is near.
I can feel it creeping up,
And most are oblivious.

The mortal in me fears it,
Fears the End.
But yet I find,
That the angel in me somewhat longs for it.

Yet, there's so many to save,
So many eyes to open.
There's so many hearts to warm,
Too many children to cradle.

Most have lost faith,
And I can almost feel Father's disappointment.
Despite it all,
I know He loves them.

He loves them so,
Like He loves us.
All we can do,
Is try to guide them.

Try to lead them back to light.