Time’s up

If you were endowed with the Love of God
Were sent into the world to be a light with that Love
Only to be rejected, scorned, hated
I know who it is that hates God
Satan and his army hate and attack me
Cowardly as usual, they have no idea
From the Almighty they flee like cockroaches

The time is up now, clock’s run out
It’s St. Michael’s time to clock them out