The Last Kernel
The mills of God ready wait
To pack the finest flour
And sweep away the chaff
Into the furnace so hot,
Judgement's very last hour.

Every stalk's neck will bend
Every head deep will bow,
Some set for His table true
Some as if they'd never been,
No better time than now.

He waits for the last kernel
To be washed and then some
In the waters of eternity,
You must believe in your heart
And confess His only Son. 

Adapted from the Oracles of
Sibyline, Book VIII. 14-42

by J Alan R

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