Post by Brother Ben on Oct 5, 2011 15:31:01 GMT -5
Then Cometh the End
Desperate lives and stressed out people,
Ever chasing an elusive peace.
Heart attack and sudden terror.
Does this rat race ever cease?
Politics is not the answer,
All they do is lie and steal.
The Councilman with true intentions,
Upon deaf ears makes his appeal.
Vain religion fills the pulpits,
Unchanged lives are their reward.
Hypocrites who fake the motions,
Never faithful to the Lord.
War and tumult fills the papers.
One more nation joins the fight!
"Peace!" They cry "It is the answer!"
While sorrow's swapped for all out fright.
What's right in their eyes, the motto.
Love grown cold and self if god.
"Don't judge me!" They shout in anger.
While wrath prepares it's iron rod.
Then on the scene the "one" approaches.
All his answers seem so right.
Popular, eloquent, even magic.
Shall he lead us out of this long night?
Where's the trumpet call they promised?
All these things just cannot be.
Disillusioned, some departing.
As Revelation's signs they see.
But from amidst the scattered churches,
A remnant rises from the flame.
Pure and holy are her garments.
Bride of the Lamb, her glorious claim.
Earthquakes, asteroids, plagues, and famine,
Life on Earth now pressing hard.
Rebels shake their fists in fury.
God's leaving them his calling card.
Seventh trumpet, the angel shouts,
Clouds roll back from darkened skies.
The Son of God appears in glory,
In plain sight of humanities eyes.
The bodies of the resting righteous,
Rise to meet him in the air.
Then, all the living true disciples,
Gathered like wheat, but not the tares.
And what of Jacob's wayward children,
Who saw Messiah in the skies?
For thirty days they seek atonement,
God hears their woeful repentant cries.
The Bema Seat and Marriage Supper,
Ended now, in Heaven's halls.
Armageddon's forces gather.
"Our one last chance!" The Dragon calls.
Faithful and True they call their Captain,
The KING OF KINGS and LORD OR LORDS.
Upon his thigh, The Word of God,
And from his mouth proceeds his sword.
The ram, the kings, the armies gather,
To war with Christ, with all their might.
The beast, false prophet, and the dragon,
To the bottomless pit, they've lost the fight.
Now on Mt. Olives, the Saviour standing,
He enters through the Eastern Gate.
Israel comes out from their hiding.
To greet their King, once pierced with hate.
The land now cleansed, the Kingdom glorious!
David's Son now takes the throne.
The seed of Abraham rejoicing!
The Tabernacle Feast begun.
Oh friend, do not put off your Saviour?
The end is close you dare not wait.
The Invitation still extended,
They've not yet closed the sacred gate.
For if the Trumpet Call is sounded,
Hearts will be hardened, it's then too late.
No second chance will then be offered.
Death and hell will be your fate.
For now, Mercy holds ope' the gate.
by Bro. Ben
Desperate lives and stressed out people,
Ever chasing an elusive peace.
Heart attack and sudden terror.
Does this rat race ever cease?
Politics is not the answer,
All they do is lie and steal.
The Councilman with true intentions,
Upon deaf ears makes his appeal.
Vain religion fills the pulpits,
Unchanged lives are their reward.
Hypocrites who fake the motions,
Never faithful to the Lord.
War and tumult fills the papers.
One more nation joins the fight!
"Peace!" They cry "It is the answer!"
While sorrow's swapped for all out fright.
What's right in their eyes, the motto.
Love grown cold and self if god.
"Don't judge me!" They shout in anger.
While wrath prepares it's iron rod.
Then on the scene the "one" approaches.
All his answers seem so right.
Popular, eloquent, even magic.
Shall he lead us out of this long night?
Where's the trumpet call they promised?
All these things just cannot be.
Disillusioned, some departing.
As Revelation's signs they see.
But from amidst the scattered churches,
A remnant rises from the flame.
Pure and holy are her garments.
Bride of the Lamb, her glorious claim.
Earthquakes, asteroids, plagues, and famine,
Life on Earth now pressing hard.
Rebels shake their fists in fury.
God's leaving them his calling card.
Seventh trumpet, the angel shouts,
Clouds roll back from darkened skies.
The Son of God appears in glory,
In plain sight of humanities eyes.
The bodies of the resting righteous,
Rise to meet him in the air.
Then, all the living true disciples,
Gathered like wheat, but not the tares.
And what of Jacob's wayward children,
Who saw Messiah in the skies?
For thirty days they seek atonement,
God hears their woeful repentant cries.
The Bema Seat and Marriage Supper,
Ended now, in Heaven's halls.
Armageddon's forces gather.
"Our one last chance!" The Dragon calls.
Faithful and True they call their Captain,
The KING OF KINGS and LORD OR LORDS.
Upon his thigh, The Word of God,
And from his mouth proceeds his sword.
The ram, the kings, the armies gather,
To war with Christ, with all their might.
The beast, false prophet, and the dragon,
To the bottomless pit, they've lost the fight.
Now on Mt. Olives, the Saviour standing,
He enters through the Eastern Gate.
Israel comes out from their hiding.
To greet their King, once pierced with hate.
The land now cleansed, the Kingdom glorious!
David's Son now takes the throne.
The seed of Abraham rejoicing!
The Tabernacle Feast begun.
Oh friend, do not put off your Saviour?
The end is close you dare not wait.
The Invitation still extended,
They've not yet closed the sacred gate.
For if the Trumpet Call is sounded,
Hearts will be hardened, it's then too late.
No second chance will then be offered.
Death and hell will be your fate.
For now, Mercy holds ope' the gate.
by Bro. Ben