The Coming King
The Coming King
By: Adam M. Snow
I see a light shone blinded
caressed the sky.
Thousands have vanished
and fear reigns supreme.
Millions wander aimlessly,
confusion coating the span of time.
Many lost hope to gain
and only the sound of crying remains;
these, the dying pains.
The truth shown in plain sight
but many are frightened, refusing to believe.
The Believers does not fight;
the Lost does not grieve.
Chaos corrupts the lives of many
as greed fills the streets.
Betrayal among family grows uncontrollably;
shown the worldly feats
The Word left upon fire
hung by a wire,
in spite the devilish desire:
To take that which doesn't belong.
the Children's gone and vanished,
banished from the mind before the trumpet sounding.
Friends among friends,
families among families
gone in a blink of an eye.
Dread;
it fills the hearts of many
and some, hatred consume their essence.
They live their ignorant lives,
haplessly unaware that torment is yet to come.
Almost here;
havoc wake in the hearts hardened by numb.
The number upon the flesh,
accept the fate or die.
River of red pours out upon the streets;
many are gone like thieves in the night.
Many foreseen this Godly feats.
Many still blinded by that Godly light.
Many are weakened by this deadly plight.
War erupt between the Believers and not;
Blood sheds more and more with every shot.
Every passing day,
We pray, and still the violence consumes.
Who is there to save us from ourselves?
Arose a light, blinded like the sun,
The King has return!
The Children has won!
Bleed no longer,
feed your anger no longer.
We will be stronger
forever longer.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Long Forgotten Journey
Long Forgotten Journey
By: Adam M. Snow
What am I, that is no longer,
Lost in stormy seas unchanged,
But one weak as I now stronger,
Curse to walk this world deranged,
And I, alone yet not alone,
With but my love to atone.
I despite what I have become,
I condemn myself to death,
Henceforth to why I am numb,
And to why, I give my dying breath.
One to rise yet one to fall,
And on this morrow, I give my all.
Must this be but a journey within oneself,
A journey that was once long forgotten,
So that I may find myself,
For I in earth am rotten,
But I struggle with all devotion,
Blinded by my single emotion,
I wander for greater purpose,
In a world departed from oneself,
I found myself in Jesus,
And through him, I healed myself.
Must this be fate, that I no longer lost,
Twas the blood of lamb that be the cost.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Rest In Peace
A soul dies ever night
Lost in a wake of dread
That is embedded in your mind
You cannot breathe
In a normal life
You cannot see
What others see
All you see is misery
You are blinded
You no longer see
The colours of life
You no longer see
The ordinary things in life
You live in fear
And constant pain
It just consumes
Your soul, your life
Please I beg of thee
Let this soul
Now rest in peace
poem by Kaila George
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Blinded By Rainbows
Did you ever feel the pain
That he felt upon the cross
Did you ever feel the knife
Tearing flesh that's oh so soft
Did you ever touch the night
Did you ever count the cost
Do you hide away the fear
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
Watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Did you ever feel the blast
As the semtex bomb goes off
Do you ever hear the screams
As the limbs are all torn off
Did you ever kiss the child
Who just saw his father shot
Do you ever shed a tear
As the war drags on and on
Do you ever touch the night
Or is it just another job
Do you feel the final hours
Put down paradise as lost
Yeah you're blinded by rainbows
And faces in windows
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it
Do you ever fear the night
Could it be the war is lost
Do you fear the final hour
Do you kneel before the cross
You're blinded by rainbows
And watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you scream at night
Do you smell of fear
Is your conscience clear
Are you caked in sweat
Are your clothes all wet
Do you see the light
Is the end in sight
See the face of Christ
Enter paradise
I doubt it
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Voodoo Lounge
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Teachable For God
Being teachable in God’s eyes, shall lead believers to be wise,
From instruction, read and heard, in the Truths of God’s Word,
God’s instruction we must heed, truly the believer’s daily need,
From The Eternal Word of God, to be lived in this day we trod.
In His wisdom we learn how, to apply instruction here and now,
Knowledge from God, we receive, when His Truths, we believe,
Gaining skill, in how to live, from the Truths the Scriptures give,
Growing from our initial salvation, as we heed God’s revelation.
To live wisely in a world of sin, believers need to use discipline,
Received knowledge of The Lord, as Truth must not be ignored,
But as believers in Jesus Christ, we must apply Truth to our life,
So as to walk in Godly Wisdom, living for His coming Kingdom.
Building a foundation to live by, must be anchored from on high,
As God’s knowledge we embrace, for living in this Age of Grace,
The fear of God, still is has part, in serving God with all our heart,
As Godly Wisdom, will truly begin, through a reverent fear of Him.
Our hearts with wisdom, God shall fill, when we submit to His Will,
Being led by His staff and rod, we’re filled with the Truths of God,
As believers listen and receive, to the Truths we know and believe,
Taught by His Holy Spirit within, we shall live a Godly Life for Him.
(Copyright ©07/2011)
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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If Not For Grace
So far from God’s original plan, this world governed by fallen man,
It is indeed a discouraging place; what would we do without Grace?
God’s Grace which is provided to all, those redeemed from the fall,
When God provided real hope to us, through His Son, Christ Jesus.
This world is filled with such discord, run by those without our Lord,
Filling many with hatred and strife, as evilness affects all in this life,
In a world where right seems wrong, a world where we don’t belong,
Believers simply cannot afford, to live one day apart from our Lord.
These ever increasing, darker times, create for many spiritual mines,
With many families falling apart, as young people, from God depart,
Seeing a love for God less and less, creating no peace but distress,
But, God’s Love that doesn’t cease, grants parents abundant peace.
Sometimes we just can’t understand, all of the evil plaguing our land,
Turning what’s wrong into right, and diminishing in hearts Godly light,
Affecting those closest to us, creating in them unbelief and mistrust,
For our God, who still reigns above, and sustains many by His Love.
As we, for God, run in life’s race, it’s not our strength, but His Grace,
That encourages our heavy heart, as God finishes, what He did start,
As The Lord Jesus will fully sustain, all believers in all trials and pain,
Through the Grace that God imparts, as needed to all trusting hearts.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Not Just Millions
In one song men sing of Millions, but, that number is actually Billions,
Those who grope in darkness today, not knowing God’s Truth or Way;
One-third of the earth’s population, doesn’t embrace God’s Salvation,
Along with those who haven’t heard, the saving Grace of God’s Word.
As believers stop, to think of this, multitudes today need our witness,
Of Eternal Truths entrusted to us, as we came to faith in Christ Jesus,
It is the only Truth that man knows, as all the spiritual darkness grows,
To grant all men that required light, to free them totally from the night.
Jesus Christ, is The Light of this world, the Only Truth we must herald,
For The Way, The Truth and The Life, is none other, than Jesus Christ,
As Christ alone paid sin’s full price, as The Father’s Atoning Sacrifice,
And He alone, as God’s Only Son, came unto this earth for everyone.
There’s no reason for any to grope, in the darkness, with God’s Hope,
The only Hope for all mankind, who came to save the spiritually blind,
Today it remains our Lord’s desire, that passion burns in us like a fire,
To motivate us to reach all the lost, with God’s message of the Cross.
So today, we must never be silent, as the people who Christ has sent,
Into the present world of darkness, flooded with man’s hopelessness,
To offer God’s Hope and new sight, which leads men to Eternal Light,
Bringing Billions to Salvation’s Door, to a life with Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©08/2009)
Without Holiness
The early Church filled with fear and reverence was set apart,
Thrust into the world to preach the Gospel with all their heart.
That early group being tiny in number and fearful of heart,
Were given a special boldness to help them with their start.
Although The Spirit filled them with this boldness at the start,
A very deep sense of Fear and Holiness played a major part.
But today in the Church we have accepted an unreasonable duplicity,
Where Holiness in our walk no longer appears to be a necessity.
This kind of thinking is truly foolishness, you can be assured,
For without a walk of Holiness, no man will see The Lord.
By walking down that narrow road, which is the only way deemed right,
That early group of Believers drew many out of darkness into Light.
Now as the Church Age is ending, we seemed to have lost our sight,
As many professing Believers appear to be walking in the night.
Although Salvation was a Gift from God, for Christ it came at cost,
And the debt He left us all to pay was His compassion for the lost.
Holiness is truly essential to guide the lost, as the end draws near,
However, the Church appears to have lost this essential godly fear.
Holiness however, is something that simply can not be ignored,
For without Holiness the Bible declares, no man will see The Lord.
(Copyright © 04/2002)
Jeremiah's Heart
There is so much going on in the world around us and in our heart,
That too often we forget that for a purpose we have been set apart.
That is to make an impact for Christ in the world, in which we live,
This can not be accomplished until our lives to Christ we fully give.
A heart that's fully devoted to The Lord that is evidenced in some,
Is accomplished not by one's efforts, but only through God's Wisdom.
The only way to gain the mind of God, to many may be truly loathsome,
Like ages past and today, the fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom.
The fear of God, unlike that of man, has nothing to do with violence,
For the fear of God in the Bible is a heart filled with reverence.
However, many who understand this Truth are filled with reluctance,
For the only way to gain this Godly fear is through true repentance.
Lack of true repentance in the Church today is why we lost our fire,
For many Believers have slipped off The Rock into the worldly mire.
But Jeremiah in a world like ours, surrounded by all kinds of sin,
Said The Word was a fire in his bones and was weary of holding it in.
We have much more than Jeremiah did, as the Scriptures are complete,
And Christ is at His Father's right hand as He rose to take His seat.
However, He's coming back again, this message the Church must impart,
To finish our job in the Church we need to reflect Jeremiah's heart.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
The Darkest Night
Darker days will soon be before us, even for those with Godly trust,
As all the evil of sin gets stronger, peace may not last much longer.
Peace is found in different ways, as men live out these darker days,
A peace that is fragile at its best, with many hearts filled with unrest.
The economy by some is lauded, even to the point of being exalted,
As a stable foundation for some, when those darker times do come.
It is a peace that many can’t see; in the sphere we call the economy,
As soon as markets begin a fall, they find they have no peace at all.
Some applaud their native land, and on their roots they take a stand,
Leaning on that foundation of family, to become all that they can be.
Seeking a sense of accomplishment, where in life they’ve been sent,
Deriving peace from circumstance, living this life as one big chance.
Many live for the here and now, not to concerned about why or how,
Simply living how they deem right, apart from God’s Truth and Light.
But as trials befall some in life, they make it through in Jesus Christ,
While the others bear trials alone, knowing not, who’s on the Throne.
As real darkness falls my friend; darkness associated with the End,
Only those believers in God, will be spared the darkness of His rod,
A darkness you can be assured, will overwhelm all without The Lord,
When God turns the darkest night, for all believers into Eternal Light.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Everything You Don’t Know About Me
My mind is lost
My heart is lost
My body is lost
My spirit is lost
And I don’t know
If I can find it.
My pride is somewhat lost
My soul is somewhat lost
My thoughts are somewhat lost
My words are somewhat lost
Can not find what to say.
My life is confused
My daily happiness
Is still confused.
My smiles that I give
Are confused
But I don’t want to pretend
That I am happy when I’m not.
The smiles are numb to me
The laughs are numb to me
The good spirit is numb to me
The goals are lost and forever
Numb to me.
The love is no longer there
The happiness is no longer there
The smiles and pretending is
No longer there.
The happy thoughts are
No longer there.
Nowhere to be found
This is me.
But I don’t get it
They hurt me
Can’t they see?
Maybe I should just stay out
Of their lives.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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Our Task At Hand
If only more men could see, it’s not about down here, but Eternity,
But, Satan has blinded many eyes, to the Truths, he does despise,
As their heart he begins to deceive, like he did with Adam and Eve,
Questioning the very Word of God; fixing minds on the earthly sod.
For believers our job down here, is to make Gods Truth totally clear,
While fulfilling our primary role, as God moves on the wayward soul,
Being the light, which God requires, becoming all that Christ desires,
As God gives others spiritual sight, piercing darkness with His Light.
God works through the Holy Spirit, while we witness and they hear it,
Bringing light to God’s Revelation, focusing eyes upon His Salvation,
Today, believers must understand, the end for many souls is at hand,
And they will only have Eternal Life, through God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
The Truths that God put in our heart, to unbelievers we need to impart,
Knowing that The Holy Spirit is able, to change even that hardest fool,
And it’s The Lord God’s sole desire, to save all souls from eternal fire,
Through Christ’s redeeming sacrifice, providing all the way to Paradise.
All who continue believing Satan’s lie, apart from God will eternally die,
And o they must embrace God’s Truth, to avoid God’s eternal reproof,
So our task today is to lead all men, to Jesus Christ, to be Born Again,
Born from above into God’s Family, and granted life with God eternally.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Some Can't Hear the Words
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Wednesday, September 05,2001
There's another child that's lost their way
Living their life just for today
There's another youth that lives on the street
They have no shoes upon their feet
They've lost their youth and now they're old
Who will give them shelter from the cold?
The world is dieing there's no love
Waiting for intervention from above
Some can't hear the worlds just the song
Some can't remember where they belong
Some are just blinded by the light
Some has vision but lacking sight
Head over heels they are falling
They can't even hear that God is calling
Blinded by despair for no one cares
Just hold out your hands and he'll be there
There's another girl that has no home
Her stepfather won't leave her alone
Now she's decided to run away
Had to turn to prostitution to make her pay
She sole her soul, her mind, her body
She's living a life style not to healthy
She's got no hope for tomorrow
She's living a life of pure sorrow
There's another boy that got locked up
So he decides he's had enough
Can't find no work, no job, no pay
He turns to drugs to make it through the day
He said leave me alone I'm doing no harm
But look at the tracks upon his arms
Robbing and looting at the point of a knife
Last night someone finally took his life
Some can't hear the worlds just the song
Some can't remember where they belong
Some are just blinded by the light
Some has vision but lacking sight
Head over heels they are falling
They can't even hear that God is calling
Blinded by despair for no one cares
Just hold out your hands and he'll be there
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Devil's Night
a lust for blood a horrors night
a longing for the taste of innocent
flesh demons come out to play
when the nights hour is none
let the rest less rise and roam
through the streets of the living
let all awake hear the screams
as blood stains the nights streets
reward the wicked with a personal
lick of the tongue down the neck
as the blood filled vains pop in your
mouth feel alive again as your thrist
for blood is lifted
feed my children feed rip the life out of
the living let all your my children feed
allow the living to fear when the nights
none let only the wandering souls of the
dead roam these streets
cause tonight we feed like
kings on to the flesh of the living
let all a sleep awake to the horried streets
an when the nights bright let the
shattered memories of former friends
mothers, children, father be seen in a pool
of there own blood as we rest to return again
when the clock strights 3am and the night
becomes none =] hahaha until tomorrow my pretties
until tomorrow
poem by Robert Roberts
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Reflection (rewrite and edit)
Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow
Alone am I this night of flutter,
confusion reigns, so I utter.
The air is that of a clouded dream;
so dark like that of an ordeal gleam.
I wonder where this fancy bestowed me;
in this room, damp as can be.
My vision is blurred from this smoky scene.
I see only a table, that of shallow green.
Heedfully I approach the table with ease,
Seeing afar it covered in bluish frieze.
My vision once blurred now is clearer;
that vanity table shown an olden mirror.
From the vanity table, that mirror I now held
I glanced upon myself, now greatly compelled.
A face has shown, was I yet not I,
it curses myself to die.
The image that was shown shadowed a vision:
Ye or I inter sweet derision,
o'er thy pass of insanity wake
as much of pain as I could take.
The mirror is now cracked as I am no more.
My heart beats cold as my days be hoar.
I've fallen apart and lost my way;
I am now one, alone in this blackened day.
My life's water has been turned into mist,
I, the writer who can't exist.
I am cracked in my own reflection
these wounds are the signs of my affliction.
I am one in this reflection shown two;
seeking to make my life anew.
I asked my reflection to be shown;
my truth, my past is left unknown.
I ask of thee, 'Let it be done.'
I am the writer, the lonely one
My reflections, it strains drops of blood;
now engulfing in life's lowly flood.
My eyes are stained as I lay cold,
I am weak-bound growing old.
My voice is muted as my heart now breaks;
my body's bounded but my soul still aches.
Agony whelms my ever being,
leaving I without a sight for seeing.
Burned into my mind, a vision of pain
as the mirror image, curse me insane.
To be upon a mirror image,
upon a worldly scrimmage.
My reflection does not show
this truth I do not dare to know.
My reflection is now cracked as I am no more.
My heart beats cold leaving my wounds sore.
I've fallen apart and lost my way;
I am now one, alone in this blackened day.
I long for amity among benevolence
a sought after among your prevalence.
I am now we, and we look back;
my ember morn has now grown so black.
The mirror is shattered, my image is not;
my demon has shown its devilish plot.
I've been raised yet again to have fallen-
My life, my heart be stolen.
My reflection in vision pains
showing I bound by my worldly chains.
I am force to face myself in such state,
the mirror shows, it-is-my-fate.
My image is broken yet is whole,
I seek only for my life's role.
I'm reaching through out the dark,
my only light an ember spark.
Nevermore will my reflection show;
I'm lost with no place left to go.
The mirror's lust has failed;
is this not where I dwelled?
My tears are falling upon my reflection
this holds for me no resurrection.
This cracked mirror now shows only one;
the life in this mirror is nearly done.
My reflection, it is not new;
like the mirror it's turning blue.
I, myself has gone insane,
I shall not lack in vain.
I am not myself shall I be smite;
this is the shine of evil's light.
I only love yet still I choose hate;
I know now, it is my fate.
I feared myself, of who I am,
curse me now let thee be damn.
Bow ye not of I with shame,
I'm the one whom to blame.
I cannot live like the past,
nor the future of all in vast.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Undying Tomorrow
Undying Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow
An undying tomorrow;
friends of sorrow;
lay to rest;
on the night of morrow.
Mark of raw;
torments and flaw;
lives on forever;
with silence of maw.
All hearts are broken;
lies are spoken;
the hangman comes;
the gallows oaken.
Death is forsaken;
lives are taken;
no rest for the wicked;
as the reapers awaken.
All eyes are scorn;
the people mourn;
nameless ones are lost;
no child is born.
Souls are caged;
the peoples outraged;
all children died;
the dogwood aged.
An undying tomorrow;
dying of sorrow;
awakens the beast;
of the final morrow.
No need to mend;
nothing left to fend;
all hope is gone;
this is the end.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Our Love, Stronger Than Any Fear
Do you know how lucky you are? Had you been any other,
I say this not merely because you are my children's Mother!
You have shown me though, all I need to see,
I have loved you as I have no other, you too, for me!
You are the love of my life, I need not anything else;
You give me a elevated sense of mine own self!
Love me as you used to and I shall no longer perturbed-
Love me now, as then-as though our love, left undisturbed!
Fear away fear, leave her be-you've no longer a place!
No longer do you hold court over her actions, her mind!
You have left her surely-she has left you behind!
No longer may you, our love, away, chase!
Our love is stronger, still, than is any fear;
My love, with me, whether I am there, or here!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2008
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We Need But Ask
Its sad to see our neighbours fall
To see our families fail
Its sad that they reject God’s call
And spend their lives in jail
This age of car and aeroplane
Of spaceships to the moon
Man’s wanton lust and selfish gain
Though Christ is coming soon
They’ve been to school they’ve grown so wise
But still The Truth they doubt
Their selfish pride has closed their eyes
To what this life’s about
They fail to see the facts at hand
The devil’s robbed their sight
Whilst heads are stuck in shifting sand
They fail to see The Light
No thought of death and coming wrath
No thought of Heaven’s will
Choosing instead the devil’s path
They hope life’s hopes to fill
Whilst Satan yet controls their mind
Whilst evil fills their heart
They’ll wander lost and total blind
And have from life no part
God’s Son alone can save their soul
God’s Son alone can heal
God’s Son alone can make them whole
If when to Him they kneel
It matters not how deep we’ve trod
How shameful yet we live
We need but seek The Son of God
And ask Him to forgive
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Living Soberly
God’s Grace appeared to all men, in a world that was condemned,
Teaching us to live with holy fear, as the Day of Christ draws near.
We look to our Blessed Hope, our Lord Jesus who helps us cope,
Living soberly, while on this earth, through the power of New Birth.
We live daily with Eternity in mind, in a world that can be so unkind,
As we deny all the worldly lust, while in our Savior we place all trust.
Believers must live the present life, with Godly fear for Jesus Christ,
Living lives that are transformed, to this world we’re not conformed.
Christ, who redeemed us at the cross, will purify us of worldly dross.
He shall purify us for good works, with our eyes upon Eternal perks,
Obeying Truths Paul passed down; we will receive an Eternal Crown,
One that will never fade away, when entering Heaven to forever stay.
Now working for The King of kings, His Spirit helps us do all things,
Through the power of His Throne, God purifies a people all His own,
These are the things we must teach; to all the men we need to reach,
As believers testify to every nation, in the power of God’s Salvation.
Letting no one despise us, friend, as life on earth shall one day end,
But, rebuke and admonish those, who believe in The Son, who rose.
Soon we’ll hear that trumpet sound, and raptured up to Holy ground,
To be with Jesus Christ our Lord, beyond all the clouds forevermore.
(Copyright ©07/2008)