Times Winged Chariot

Times Winged Chariot

Times winged chariot at my back,

May as well be a chariot of blazing inferno.

Its nagging ticks and tocks relinquish no slack.

Elijah, like a phoenix, showed,

Wild, burning, churning flames of volcanic fire.

His chariot, a searing comet, shooting beyond the universe, from a destractful world below.

My heart holds only one deep desire,

Instead of this bomb ticking force in my hand,

Please Dear God give me heavenly fire.

Elijah, a prophet, a gift from God to man;

In an instant of pure glory filled clouds,

Knew the dawning hour was at hand.

Take me away like Elijah in a fiery shroud,

No more will times winged chariot beat so loud.

Written By Marlena H. Johnston © 1997