What of the world . . .

What of the world if the nations crumble?
What of the helpless and forlorn
Left to their fate to starve and stumble
Over the earth that greed has torn
Wide with its fangs of hate and fury?
Where is the tongue with the power to tell
What the destruction, and where the jury
Wise to ponder these acts of hell?

How will God speak through the crashing thunder?
How will He judge mankind at last
After the ruin of earth's bright wonder,
After His proffered chance is past?
What of the world if the nations fail him
And men walk on in their own proud might?
O my brothers, bow down and hail him,
And pray that his mercy many stay this night!

- Grace Noll Crowell

It's a short poem, but it speaks volumes. Of the churches indifference to the lost. The gospel is not reaching those who need to hear it as they should.

The sure and certain fate of those who are lost, and lost for all eternity.

And yes, let's pray that His mercy many stay this night.