From Generation to generation, the word of the locust plague has been passed down. Between the palmerworm, the locust, the cankerworm, and the caterpillar-how they ate of each one's crumbs-the devastation brought havoc and desolation. A time of great distress, for the people to address, the coming of the Lord, Evil ones to fall upon His sword. If we accept His mercy and grace, Heirs of His kingdom we face. If only we finish the race, we will meet Him face to face. Visit Carol's Ezine here.
"The Race" © 2003-2004 by Carol Dee Meeks, posted Monday, March 01, 2004.
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