I know the time is
Almost here
When all re-born
Will disappear
Into the Heavens
We will meet
With Jesus Christ;
Good news complete
Quakes round the world
Are the signs
Of birth pains for
A dire time
Storms that devastate
Good lives
Will kill, destroy
And divide
Seas uproar
Mountains abate
God only knows
Your coming fate
Sickness, pests are
Running wild
Can be acute
Can be mild
Infants born
To evil men
Surrounded by all kinds
Of sin
Growing up uncertain
Measure
But for us
Heaven stores treasure
The book is open
God will proclaim
The names he's stored
The burning flame
The Trinity
The coming wrath
The death the life
The narrow path
We are the Christians
We behold
We did the things
That we were told
Lift up your prayers
Down on your knees
Open heart and eyes
And you will see
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