Salvation Drawing Nearer
Darkness overspreads us here,
But the night wears fast away;
Jacob's star will soon appear,
Leading on eternal day!
Now 'tis time to rouse from sleep,
Trim our lamps and stand prepared;
For our Lord strict watch to keep,
Lest he find us off our guard.
Let his people courage take,
Bear with a submissive mind
All they suffer for his sake,
Rich amends they soon will find:
He will wipe away their tears,
Near himself appoint their lot;
All their sorrows, pains and fears,
Quickly then wilt be forgot.
Though already saved, by grace,
From the hour we first believed;
Yet while sin and war have place,
We have but a part received:
Still we for salvation wait,
Every hour it nearer comes!
Death will break the prison gate,
And admit us to our homes.
Sinners, what can you expect?
You who now the Saviour dare;
Break his laws, his grace reject,
You must stand before his bar!
Tremble, lest he say, Depart!
Oh the horrors of that sound!
Lord, make every careless heart,
Seek thee while thou may'st be found.
poem by John Newton
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A night means rest or sleep
Just in restless darkness but to cry
In silence to the Lord
'Save me from this nocturnal march
O' Father eternal, infinite'...
A night means rest or sleep
Just in restless march but to cry
In incorporeal wake to the Lord
'Save me from this infernal darkness
O' Father eternal infinite'...
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Impression de Nuit ( London )
See what a mass of gems the city wears
Upon her broad live bosom! row on row
Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow.
See! that huge circle like a necklace, stares
With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares
The golden stars to dim the lamps below,
And in the mirror of the mire I know
The moon has left her image unawares.
That's the great town at night: I see her breasts,
Pricked out with lamps they stand like huge black towers.
I think they move! I hear her panting breath.
And that's her head where the tiara rests.
And in her brain, through lanes as dark as death,
Men creep like thoughts...The lamps are like pale flowers
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Longing For Home
My Lord I am longing to go home, away from this earth that I roam,
For Lord I long to be at that place, where I can look upon your face.
High above earth’s lowly sod, in the Glory of Heaven with my God,
From a world where wrong is right, into that Glorious Eternal Light.
I know not when the time will be, when I’m brought up into Eternity.
That time is not for me to know, I am simply told by The Lord to go,
To go and preach to every nation, the Good News of His Salvation,
Until that time, I just need to be, a light for Christ for all men to see.
At times I long to be by the side, of Him, who on a cross had died,
Where He bled and died for me, so that I could live for all Eternity.
I long to see God’s eternal shore, where evil darkness is no more,
Where there’ll be Eternal Light, this my friend, both day and night.
I long to hear that trumpet sound, so that we can all gather round,
Gathered with those saints above, saved by God’s matchless love.
I long to see my loved ones who, on the day they died, truly knew,
That they departed into His arms, to be safe from all earthly harms.
I am longing for a new body too, it’s something like we never knew,
This body will be an eternal kind, with perfect form and perfect mind.
An Eternal Body prepared for me, that shall last through all Eternity,
And this new body will be Glorified, as I stand by The Savior’s side.
This longing will not leave my heart, until the day in which I depart,
Depart from here to be with Him, who died to cleanse me of my sin.
All who long for the appearing of, Jesus Christ in the clouds above,
By Jesus Christ, will be blessed, this with a crown of righteousness.
(Copyright ©03/2006)
Home In Heaven
Thankfully, our home’s in Heaven, and this earth we just pass through,
On to a place where no one’s been, one special place for me and you.
Friend, our Lord, had said to us, before, to Heaven, Christ did depart,
In God and in Him, to place our trust, so not to have, a troubled heart.
Speaking to those, who by Grace, in Christ the Savior, we do believe,
He has prepared for us a place, that once in Heaven, we shall receive.
Friend, it is that place we long for, and one, our eyes have yet to see,
The one special place, from our Lord, where we will spend an eternity.
One far above this temporal earth, which we’ve come to know so well,
That is fashioned with eternal worth, and absent of the powers of Hell.
The City that Abraham looked for, which wasn’t upon this earthly sod,
A City built by Christ, the Lord, The Eternal City of our Lord and God.
A place prepared with the hands, of this earth’s Creator, Jesus Christ,
Who placed all the sea and lands, prepared us a home for eternal life.
An eternal place to be our very own, where there will be no more night,
Placed by Him, around His Throne; where Christ will be the Only Light.
As all this world, gets darker still, and you could use encouragement,
Why not seek out The Father’s will, and believe on The Son God sent.
He’ll give you Hope in Heaven above, when your life on earth is done,
All through that Gift, of God’s Love, Jesus Christ, God’s Eternal Son.
When Time Is No More
Now all time marches on for sure; however this time will not endure,
The present time as it now appears, the seconds moving into years.
All present times, be assured, will be changed forever by The Lord,
Unlike any time we’ve seen before, the present time will be no more.
All time will soon be eternal friend, having no beginning and no end,
That time ahead, as we believe, no earthly mind can really conceive,
As time will be forever changed, with all we know eternally arranged,
Things that never have endured, can be altered forever by The Lord.
Everything that we are used to, by our Lord will be made brand new,
Created by Christ to eternally last, fashioned unlike the earthly past.
All built without one human hand, just as The Lord eternally planned,
Where totally secure we will be, and not just for a time, but eternally.
We’ll be secure and totally free, from the sin that taints you and me,
Where no darkness will be found, upon God’s Eternal Holy Ground,
As the Eternity in which we enter in, shall be totally free from all sin,
When purged along with this earth, creating a place of untold worth.
Time as we know, will be no more, as we enter into Eternity’s Door,
Where there’ll be no shades of night, and Christ is the Eternal Light,
In a Heavenly realm that has no end, begun by our God and Friend,
Prepared for believers by His Grace, as our timeless dwelling place.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
Upon The Rock
God’s always with me every day, to help with cares along the way,
He’s ever present, this I know, leading me always in the way to go,
The Ever Present Rock to lean on, ever present and always strong,
An Eternal Rock on which to stand, as He helps me to understand.
As the times that I’m in change, God’s eternal plan stays the same,
While the things around me fall, Christ is still the Lord God over all,
And whatever may be my cast lot, He’s the Lord, who changes not,
While upon the Rock I stood before, I shall also stand forevermore.
When changing times befall us, it’s God in Heaven, in who we trust.
Putting our lives into His Hand, as upon the Eternal Rock we stand,
The present time or coming year, as Believers, we need not to fear,
Never affected by falling stock, we’ve invested in The Eternal Rock.
As challenging as times may be, our goal and focus is still eternity,
We are safe from fear and harms, safe within the Everlasting Arms,
Of the Lord God, up above, who saved us through His Son’s Love,
Now seated in a Heavenly Place, and secured forever by His Grace.
Though this world may fall apart, we have His Spirit within our heart,
Pointing Believers to better things, as we live for The King of kings,
All of our times are in His Hands, in the midst of the shifting sands,
Until our feet are on that shore, of God’s Eternal Land, forevermore.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
Ancestral
The star dissolved in evening—the one star
The silently
and night O soon now, soon
And still the light now
and still now the large
Relinquishing
and through the pools of blue
Still, still the swallows
and a wind now
and the tree
Gathering darkness:
I was small. I lay
Beside my mother on the grass, and sleep
Came—
slow hooves and dripping with the dark
The velvet muzzles, the white feet that move
In a dream water
and O soon now soon
Sleep and the night.
And I was not afraid.
Her hand lay over mine. Her fingers knew
Darkness,—and sleep—the silent lands, the far
Far off of morning where I should awake.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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She is a star
I thought I was dreaming
When I stared at her
Even if I wasn’t
I thought she was at higher level than i
Not of how she wears,
Not of how she moves
Not how she takes
Yet of how she looks, beautiful
I saw a star
No, not at the atmosphere
I mean here on earth
That’s what I told my friends and
Laugh at me to hell
Yet, that was before they saw her
She is a star,
So bright that even a blind man
Can tell she’s bright
So bright to my life,
Future, everything I do,
The love I have to her
So bright to me even at night and
Became confused and forget
Which is a star and which is her
But, she’s much more than any star
For she don’t wait for night
To shine at me
She don’t stand still and
Wait for tomorrow
I entitle her a star
For I can distinguish which is a star,
Which is a lady
If she not both,
Then she remain a star to me
mr.nice
poem by Stephen Raseona
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Fast Car
Like the car he drives,
He will pass you in the fast lane of life,
Like the blaring music from his car,
He loves life and a good joke,
Like the roaring engine of his car,
His temper will take off like a racer to the finish line,
With his fast car he ran straight through everyones heart,
When his engine went he went along with his fast car to heaven,
Going fast as he could down the road of eternal sleep,
While he lies in his eternal sleep never to wake his fast
car lies with him!
R.I.P Javier Solis Medina
poem by Jamie Drake
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One By One
Lord one by one and two by two, I will draw all men Lord, to you,
Lord, to the one and only friend, all men will need come the end.
There’s no greater friend indeed, than one who knows our need,
And He not only knew the cost, but suffered and died for the lost.
I only desire to share The Truth, not concerned of men’s reproof.
And although they may criticize, a word of Truth may open eyes.
All of God’s Truth will be fulfilled, and just as God eternally willed.
Today the words they dispute, one day shall see indeed as Truth.
I pray that their hearts can see, their need they have for eternity,
A need beyond their place of birth, and beyond a temporal earth.
God’s Judgment is sure to come, when all men will see His Son,
And for all who refuse The Truth, they will see His strong reproof,
Until then my Lord I need to be, a guiding Light for all men to see,
And my Lord, according to your will, place my light high upon a hill.
Through your Light Lord I pray, that men will see your eternal way.
The only way men can be assured, of an eternal life with you Lord.
No longer will men see the light, but only a darkened eternal night.
Just like Jude, it is my desire, to snatch some from the eternal fire.
Then Lord one by one, two by two, men shall come to faith in you.
And with their eyes all will see, the home you prepared in Eternity.
(Copyright ©04/2006)
I Stand In Him
Today I stand in Jesus Christ, this I do in spite of myself,
In my poor spiritual life, God filled me with eternal wealth.
I bring nothing to the cross, or The God of my Salvation,
But my dark sin and dross, as He fills me with adoration.
In this life I came to Him, The Lord God and our Creator,
Who forgave all my sin, to become my Lord and Savior.
And my Lord gives to me, though I am not deserving of,
New Life in Him eternally, provided by my Savior’s Love.
Now I stand with the Lord, as a member of God’s family,
To receive from Him reward, which extends into Eternity.
I stand today fully forgiven, of all my sin and my shame,
And the new life I am given, is in the power of His Name.
Now for God I take a stand, with His message to impart,
Helping men to understand, only He can change a heart.
By His Covenant of Grace, that He extends to everyone,
Making hearts a dwelling place, for the Spirit of His Son.
I came to Him out of the night, with my life so depraved,
And entered into His Light, on the day when I was saved.
Now in Him I stand forever, granted by God, Eternal Life,
In Him who changes never, His Eternal Son Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©03/2008)
Flee Babylon
The Lord our God, He lights our path
In the way that we must go
And the world is tossed by every wave
The wind it blows it to and fro
Stand up, stand up for Jesus
That is our clarion call
As the world begins to crumble
And the walls begin to fall
Why should we fear the darkness?
Why should we fear the light?
Wake up ye sleepy Christians
It's time to stand and fight
We bear the armor of the Lord
Let's step into the fray
Come now and fight while there's still light
And walk while its yet day
For fast the night approaches
With murder in its hand
The gates of hell have come to see
That we no longer stand
And even though they spill our blood
And victory they will hail
And all around be darkness
The gates shall not prevail
For Christ in all His glory
Will come and fill the sky
You'll hear the trumpet blowing
You'll hear the angel cry
Behold the King of glory
He's in His battle dress
And every knee on earth shall bow
And every tongue confess
Tha Jesus Christ is Lord of Lords
And He is King of kings
All glory to Emmanuel
Is what the angel sings
poem by Frank McEleny
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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Put Me to Sleep
Put me to sleep Lord
Like You did to Adam the first
Until You have my Eve ready for me
Yes, I need a deep, deep sleep to shun the pains.
Put me to sleep Lord
So that I won’t notice any beauty
That may draw my heart and mind from me
Until You have my Eve ready
A long dreamless peaceful sleep I desperately need.
Put me to sleep Lord
Let me not even notice the pairs in nature
That may awaken me before time and cause me pain
Or I end up with Delilah, blind and then die
Induce Your sleep before this comes.
Lord satisfy me with your word
Every morning fill me with Your eternal love
And when you bless me with an extra love
Wake me up, to enjoy and revel in your
Exceedingly abundant blessings.
poem by Michael Tunduli
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Morning Star
As I wake I see a morning star
through the window dimly shines
its final statement at the closing of the day
I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise
as the dawn is breaking through the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
as I laid down last night I felt no pain
the day went on without a sound
another night to put all the business away
I had a few more hours of night time before I'd rise
all the stars were out last night in the sky
I slept right through as they all went by
soon the dawn was breaking up the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a color that I can't match
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you're coming from the wrong direction
and as I sleep tonight I'll dream of you
sleeping somewhere far away
you come into my head so pretty and so true
I get a few more hours to dream of you till I rise
as the fireworks shoot off in the sky
I sleep right through as it all goes by
soon the darkness would suck up into the dawn
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a code that I can't crack
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
song performed by by Fastball
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Matthew (Chapter 25)
‘The Heaven’s kingdom is like ten
Virgins, who took their lamps to meet,
The bridegroom in his wedding feast;
Five were foolish but five were wise.’
‘The foolish ones went with their lamps,
Which had no oil in them at all;
The wise ones also took their lamps,
Along with oil to use in flasks.’
‘The bridegroom came a bit delayed;
The virgins felt drowsy and slept;
A cry was heard at midnight loud,
‘Behold, the bridegroom comes, meet Him! ’
The virgins woke and trimmed their lamps;
The foolish ones then asked the wise,
‘Spare us some oil to keep lamps on.’
The wise ones then replied, ‘Sorry,
We need the oil for our own lamps;
It may not be enough for both;
Go to the merchant shop and buy.’
While foolish virgins went to buy,
The bridegroom came during that time;
The ones ready, accompanied him;
The wedding hall’s door was then locked.’
The other virgins then arrived;
They cried, ‘Lord, Lord, open the door! ’
The bridegroom but replied, ‘Amen,
I say to you, I know you not! ’
‘So, stay awake for, you know not
The day, nor hour when bridegroom comes! ’
‘A man who went on a journey,
To all his servants, gave money,
As per each one’s ability.’
‘He gave five talents to the first;
Two talents to the servant next;
One talent only, to the last,
And went away immediately! ’
‘The one who got five talents made,
Another five talents by trade;
The one who had two talents too
Likewise had made another two;
The one with just one talent dug
A hole to bury it in ground.’
A long time passed; the master came
To settle accounts with servants;
He told the first who’d made five more,
‘Well done my faithful servant good;
I’ll give you better jobs to do;
Come share your master’s joy, rejoice! ’
‘He said the same to the second;
The one who got just one talent
Said, ‘Master, I know you too well.
You are a demanding person:
Harvesting where you did not plant,
Gathering when you didn’t scatter.
So, out of fear, I dug a hole
And buried it quite safely whole
Here is your talent you gave me.’
His master then replied to him,
‘You wicked, lazy servant, Oh!
Your master, when you knew so well,
Why didn’t you in a bank, put it,
So that the interest, I could get? ’
‘He took the talent from this one
And gave it to the one with ten;
The one who labors will get more;
The one with less will be made poor!
He ordered then, the lazy one,
Into the darkness, to be thrown,
Where people wail and always groan! ’
‘When Son of Man in glory comes,
His angels will surround Him then,
And He will sit in His great throne!
All nations will stand before Him,
He’ll separate one from the next,
Like shepherd does with sheep and goats.’
‘He’ll place his sheep onto His right
And place the goats onto his left;
To those on right, the king will say,
‘Ye, blessed by my Father, come,
Into the kingdom made for you,
From the beginning of the world! ’
‘For, I was hungry, you gave food;
And I was thirsty, you gave drink;
I was a stranger, you welcomed;
I lay naked and me, you clothed;
When I was ill, for me, you cared;
When in prison, visit, you paid.’
The righteous then will ask the Lord,
‘When did we feed you while hungry?
When did we offer drink in thirst?
When did we welcome you stranger?
When did we clothe you when naked?
When did we care for you when ill?
When did we see you in prison? ’
The king will say to them again,
‘Amen, I say to you, amen,
Whatev’r you did unto the least
Brothers of mine, you did for me! ’
Then he will say to ones on left,
‘Depart from me, you accursed all,
Into the fire eternal,
Prepared for Satan and devils.’
‘For, when I was in hunger great,
You never gave me food to eat;
And when in thirst, for drink, I asked,
You never cared to offer me.’
‘When like a stranger, I met you,
You never cared to welcome me;
I lay all naked, without clothes,
You never cared to spare a dress;
In prison when I became ill,
You never cared to visit me.’
They will then answer and say, ‘Lord,
When were you hungry and thirsty?
When were you naked, a stranger?
When did we fail to meet your needs? ’
He’ll answer them and say, ‘Amen,
What you didn’t do to ones the least,
You did not do unto me too! ’
‘And these will get eternal rod,
While righteous get eternal life! ’
(6-13-2007)
poem by John Celes
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Fasting
'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand,
Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
Look out while darkness overspreads the way,
And long for day.
Calm peace is frighted with my mood to-night,
Nor visits my dull chamber with her light,
To guide my senses into her sweet rest
And leave me blest.
Long hours since the city rocked and sung
Itself to slumber: only the stars swung
Aloft their torches in the midnight skies
With watchful eyes.
No sound awakes; I, even, breathe no sigh,
Nor hear a single footstep passing by;
Yet I am not alone, for now I feel
A presence steal
Within my chamber walls; I turn to see
The sweetest guest that courts humanity;
With subtle, slow enchantment draws she near,
And Sleep is here.
What care I for the olive branch of Peace?
Kind Sleep will bring a thrice-distilled release,
Nepenthes, that alone her mystic hand
Can understand.
And so she bends, this welcome sorceress,
To crown my fasting with her light caress.
Ah, sure my pain will vanish at the bliss
Of her warm kiss.
But still my duty lies in self-denial;
I must refuse sweet Sleep, although the trial
Will reawaken all my depth of pain.
So once again
I lift the curtain with a weary hand,
With more than sorrow, silently I stand,
Look out while darkness overspreads the way,
And long for day.
"Go, Sleep," I say, "before the darkness die,
To one who needs you even more than I,
For I can bear my part alone, but he
Has need of thee.
"His poor tired eyes in vain have sought relief,
His heart more tired still, with all its grief;
His pain is deep, while mine is vague and dim,
Go thou to him.
"When thou hast fanned him with thy drowsy wings,
And laid thy lips upon the pulsing strings
That in his soul with fret and fever burn,
To me return."
She goes. The air within the quiet street
Reverberates to the passing of her feet;
I watch her take her passage through the gloom
To your dear home.
Beloved, would you knew how sweet to me
Is this denial, and how fervently
I pray that Sleep may lift you to her breast,
And give you rest--
A privilege that she alone can claim.
Would that my heart could comfort you the same,
But in the censer Sleep is swinging high,
All sorrows die.
She comes not back, yet all my miseries
Wane at the thought of your calm sleeping eyes--
Wane, as I hear the early matin bell
The dawn foretell.
And so, dear heart, still silently I stand,
Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
The long, long night has bitter been and lone,
But now 'tis gone.
Dawn lights her candles in the East once more,
And darkness flees her chariot before;
The Lenten morning breaks with holy ray,
And it is day!
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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A Stary Sky Given For Love
Me in her laid there in the thick tall grass and watched the sun fall out of the sky and into darkness. I said to her, 'I wish the sun does not leave because once it does I will not be able to see your beautifal face'. Sadly the sun hide from my hopes. As we laid there staring up at the clusters of stars, I cought a glimpse of a shooting star and on that star i wished to see my lovers beautifal face again, for every night untill I die. Ill give every star in the univers to have this wish come true. We drifted asleep giggiling and laughing, when we awoke a few hours later, we looked up at the sky and saw nothing but darkness, but in her hands she held the stars. The glow was so bright, that once again i could see her beautifal face, and I got to spend every night of my life seeing the girl of my dreams, untill I died. But than something happened I wasn't expecting, she was there in heaven, with that smile on her face that warmes my heart every time i see it. It felt like a dream full of fluffy white cotton candy, and every kiss we had was like are first, a kiss like that cant even be dreamed of.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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Psalm 78 part 2
Israel's rebellion and punishment.
O What a stiff rebellious house
Was Jacob's ancient race!
False to their own most solemn vows,
And to their Maker's grace.
They broke the cov'nant of his love,
And did his laws despise;
Forgot the works he wrought to prove
His power before their eyes.
They saw the plagues on Egypt light
From his revenging hand;
What dreadful tokens of his might
Spread o'er the stubborn land!
They saw him cleave the mighty sea,
And marched in safety through,
With wat'ry walls to guard their way,
Till they had 'scaped the foe.
A wondrous pillar marked the road,
Composed of shade and light;
By day it proved a shelt'ring cloud,
A leading fire by night.
He from the rock their thirst supplied
The gushing waters fell,
And ran in rivers by their side,
A constant miracle.
Yet they provoked the Lord most High,
And dared distrust his hand:
"Can he with bread our host supply
Amidst this desert land?"
The Lord with indignation heard,
And caused his wrath to flame;
His terrors ever stand prepared
To vindicate his name.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Dark Times Will Come
The darker things seem to be, the more we think of Eternity,
Knowing there’s a day ahead, without all the fear and dread,
A day that simply has no end, a day without night my friend,
That time we look forward to, should strengthen me and you.
Present things we see at hand, men cannot fully understand,
Yet we have knowledge of, the Plan of our Savior up above,
A plan that’s not shaken by, fallen man, whatever he may try,
Attempting rule on his own, dismissing God’s Eternal Throne.
And all the while, as man tries, he is lead by the father of lies,
Believing not in God at all, he seduces mankind to further fall,
Leading man in all his ways, only into even much darker days,
On to be judged by the Lord, the very one man tries to ignore.
But, for all those who believe, from Eternal God, they receive,
His special measure of grace, during the darker times we face,
As darker times come to fulfill, God’s Purpose and God’s Will,
He holds us during every test, while in His Hand we safely rest.
And we will be delivered from, that darker hour, soon to come,
Removed to be with our Lord, as His Wrath on earth is poured,
Destroying all the dark of night, to usher in God’s Eternal Light,
As Righteousness is restored, by the Reign of Christ, our Lord.
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