2 Timothy TLB - For there is going to come a time when - Bible Gateway
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War Time There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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There Will Come a Time
Want more information about Bible Gateway Plus? Chorus: There'll come a time, believe me son, And when that day is here I will be gone. Such adulteration will have hit the food, You'll throw away the contents and eat the carton if you want anything good, And women will live on synthetic meals, And they'll all be slender as synthetic eels.
There'll come a time the kids will be so smart They'll be able to recite their own psychoanalysis by heart, And they'll all be scientists by the time they're ten, And thank the Lord I won't have any children then. The cities will be so overpopulated We'll all be buried from the same apartment house where we were created, And if you take a trip to the country somewhere, You'll have to be inoculated against fresh air.
There'll come a time we'll lose our walking feet, And food will all be predigested so we won't have to eat, And children will be made in test-tubes, so we won't have to wed, And thank God by that time I will be dead.