Acts Seventeen Verse Twenty Six

Acts 17:26 And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place

Beyond the steel and chrome that’s normal
And the glass that chinks “success”,
There is a dim dark line informal
Observed by prophets through the mess

Past the cigar smoke of foundries
And the never-ending cars in rows,
There is an ever-nearing boundary
Whence God descends to overthrow

As the sun’s demise is sudden,
As the matchstick quickly dies,
So this era has an ending -
A switch, a shout, a bird that flies

As with Rome and Greece and Sodom;
As with France and Britain too;
The fame and pomp of Era Modern -
All hanging limply in God’s Louvre

The might and power of Alexander,
The daring of the Spanish Fleet,
Lie buried as the men of Flanders -
The place where prince and paupers meet

Though the grave’s the final marker
And Dust is Mortal’s last true home,
There is moment even darker
When God in speaking starts to foam

Then money’s useless as a stick
That’s thin and cracked and leaned upon.
It falls, he falls fast as brick -
Faithless clay now Good Time’s gone

Still men scramble to their stations,
Running to their bunkered minds,
Looking out for new locations -
Avoiding God by driving blind

And so and by the hammer falls;
Swift clicks and drops the guillotine.
The engine stutters, coughs and stalls -
The Plane that once flew so Serene
Is now a smoking Disaster Scene

Now’s a fine time for amendment
Now’s the right time for review
To change our minds and moods and motives
To exchange our lingerie for Truth

Acts 17:27 that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us