Signs of the Times

Now is the time
From your sleep to wake.
For the Lord is near
Our souls to take.

Almost here
Is the darkness of night.
Its time to put on
Christ's armour of light.

From this old world
You must come out.
Having God's faith
Not carnal doubt.

Put aside the things
That will deny you life.
Drunkenness, wantonness
Envy and strife.

Walk in God's truth
As he shows the way.
For soon he is coming
To catch us away!

"I am the first and the last
The beginning and the end.
Unto you my children
This message I send.

False prophets and religions
Around you abound.
But you, my people
Cannot give ground.

Your children are taught
Within your own schools.
That my laws mean nothing
To break all the rules.

Mans inhumanity
To his own kind.
The seams of your governments
Are starting to unwind.

Poverty, pestilence and famine
Disease, war and crime.
These were the seeds of the future
That, which is your time.

All these troubles
You are not to fear.
For I, from your cheek
Will wipe the final tear.

Be faithful unto the end
Accept all the strife.
For unto you I have promised
A robe of white, a crown of life!"

The likeness of Moloch
Has now returned.
The worship of God
Is mockingly spurned.

Lust and greed
Murder and strife.
Hatred beyond reason
Of all precious life.

Desolation is now falling
Upon this land.
The godless and wicked
Shall feel God's hand.

Always seeking
The darkness of night.
Trying to hide evil
From God's sight.

Man cannot stop
The judgement in place.
For from God above
He has turned his face.

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The next hand you shake
Could be the hand of your Savior.
The next step you take
Could be on streets of pure gold.

Your next meal could be
The marriage supper.
The next touch you feel
He could be blessing your soul.

The harvest, the harvest
Its time is near!
No more shedding
A hearts heavy tear.

Gleaned from the fields
Of chaff and weed.
We are the wheat
From God's holy seed.

Nurtured to perfection
By His care and Light.
The fruits of His labor
Good in His sight.

"Each of you
Must seek my face.
For your souls are in
A quickened race.

You must bring
Others to me.
That my face
They too will see.

For upon mankind
My Spirit, I now pour.
But it won't be long
Till I shut the door.

Drawing all these
Who have come unto me.
Into my kingdom
For eternity!"