How Much Longer Lord? Like a fortress unprotected, So many dates have been projected, As vulnerable as the foliage, How much longer must we occupy, Lord, as we anticipate our departure, Standing fully-clothed, but naked, We know we are in the Season, We have endured so very long, Please, Lord, we pray with fervent accord, We will wait for Your Perfect Timing, Obviously Brethren, I am truly at the end of my patience. As much as I speak about perseverance IN this world, all I pray about is immediate severance FROM this world. Come Lord Jesus, and come NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your humble and lowly servant, Humbly Irrelevant Ditto HI. But when He hears words such as these, He is not overwhelmed by our desperation. But rather glorified to know how much we desire to be in His presence! TR Not whining, but rather win win! TR Indeed, how long oh Lord?! We are lost without You. We desire to be in Your eternal presence. We long for Your return. But most of all, to know You as our Bridegroom! Only then shall we know You personally and intimately. We covet a relationship with You Lord. An experience that no angel has had, nor ever will! Indeed grant us all the patience to hold on to the very end. Let the labors of our waiting and watching be not in vain Lord. Nor will You allow this generation to pass away without the claiming of You're Bride, Your Church, Your Saints! Lifting up Israel to our Father God's heart, may He be merciful to His chosen people even in the smallest of ways! TR 
Like a knight without a shield,
We stand amidst the obfuscations,
Awaiting a future yet revealed.
Numerous signs have passed us by,
Yet still we gather in stark perplexity,
Trying to understand the reasons “Why?”
In the autumn awaiting death,
Like a perforated rose,
We grasp longingly for our breath.
Until the Rapture is finally unfurled?
Our strength is rapidly waning,
While we remain mired in this world.
Our dispositions become frayed and bare,
Please don’t tarry a moment longer,
Every second we are worse for wear.
Solemn castles without our moats,
Like the leaves against the elements,
We feel the daggers at our throats.
But that doesn’t stem our collective desires,
We yearn to immediately be in Heaven,
Away from the conflagration of mortal fires.
Our nerves are wracked, withered, and battered,
Exactly how much longer must we navigate,
These tumultuous seas with our sails so tattered?
Submitting a final supplication to be heard,
Although we are confused and utterly confounded,
Our longing for You has not been deterred.
Trusting our fates to Your Godly attention,
Every breath we take is in Your Hands,
But please, Lord, HASTEN THE HOUR OF OUR ASCENSION.
