I stand here confused I tried to find a poetry forum or something, but I guess general discussion works This is a poem my wife wrote years back about one pretribber reaction to finding themselves in the Trib (I just came across it and was moved though I share.) I stand here confused by the words of men. Bombs land all around me, children crying and men faint from fear. I wasn't supposed to be here for this, at least I thought. I was not prepared, nobody warned me. Instead I was convinced that we were too good to suffer for Christ. that we'd be taken before the pain. Now I see that the "preachin" of the cathching away was just escapeism. They were all too afraid to endure this time of trouble. Because of that I must now pay the price. I couldn't prepare myself because of their lies. I had thought the Lord delayed his coming, so I took the mark. By trying to save my life I lost my soul. Now I stand here bombs landing all around me, children crying and men faint from fear. Sad thought huh? Come on Church, lets stop pushing this lie on people.