A sudden flash of lighting, and ominous thunder roll,
Speaks the mighty voice of God, from ancient, dusty scroll!
Wake up, oh sleeper! Before the storm is here!
Looms on the horizon, the grip of crushing fear!
So self satisfied, is your dreaming slumber!
To be with, the transgressors, numbered!
Don't turn your face away!
If you take up the watch, you may
Stand before the Son of man,
Delivered! From the judgement which is at hand!
How broken is the tender heart!
Which contemplates the part
Contributed by the sinful soul
When he pays the toll,
Of his own destruction,
When the cure is, quite simply, the Son!
Destitute, by your own pride!
It keeps you from the Savior's side!
You can't see your nakedness.
It's willful ignorance, I guess.
How will you, the Unprepared
Be able to face, God's strong arm bared?
When strains free His grief and rage?
Tears of the saints, the sinner's wage?
A terrible mercy, is His judgement!
If it will open your heart, to the one he sent!
Soon will come the shofar blast!
The time is set! Soon will be past!
Afterwards comes that dark day!
The earth will convulse, it's moorings sway!
Don't stay here to meet the beast!
Instead, slip away, to the wedding feast!
The appointment made for hypocrites,
Can be avoided, if you humble yourself to Him, and submit!
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