How often is it that we think
This world of ours is on the brink ?
What e’er occurs within our sight
No matter if it’s left or right
Should savour all despite the fear
God’s Judgement Day moves ever near !
Oh blessed Lord, help me to find
The path that does to heaven wind
I want to aid and clear the way
For all of those who wish to stay
I can’t believe the time grows near
The day of judgement soon is here !
The storm, it thunders all around
With ne’er a silence to be found
The light’ning crashes in the dark
Illuminating all in spark
Its odor makes the air smell sweet
As rivers flood through every street
I wonder if old Noah feared
The wrath of God when it appeared,
Those moments when the clouds did burst
Do you believe that he felt cursed
Or was his faith in God so strong
He held no fear his whole life long ?
From my front window I can see
The most exciting industry
All of God’s creatures hard at work
With not a single one who’ll shirk
How marvelous that it must be
Assured our God provides for thee.
Tis true that neither you nor I
Have the ability to fly
But we are charged by destiny
To help His creatures remain free
This has been so since ages past
Let’s help the system work to last !
Good morning world, I’ve come to say
The Lord gives us another day
A day to do what e’er we choose
A day to win, a day to lose.
And if we’re smart we’ll use it well
That others may His story tell
And so it moves us closer to
His day of judgement tried and true.
It matters much our real intent
Like how our wisdom has been spent
And have helped our fellow man
The best as many of us can.
Our God is fair, unerring kind
But to our faults He is not blind !
There was a road that we once saw
What was it we were searching for
God’s invitation on our door
To help us find oh, so much more !
Far in the distance I can hear
The sound of all the passing trains
The wail that echoes loud and clear
Repeating its wistful refrains,
Across this world the trains hold court
With language we can’t comprehend
In climates cold or damage fraught
Or crises we don’t understand.
Oh sad the trail of distance brings
To circumstance beyond our reach
It is the sound of dying things
The skill of God will soon impeach !