Are we as a people,
So blind where we stand!
That we notice not the clock?
Nor the moving of His hands?
Are we as blind as the World,
To the very signs of the age?
Thinking only coincidence's,
Are showing up these days!
Many shall run to and fro.
And knowledge shall abound!
But though, truth be spoken,
Few are they, who hear it's sound!
As it was in the days of Lot,
Yes, so it is today!
The coincidence's mount,
As we walk along the way!
"Where is the promise of His coming?"
Call's the scoffers from the crowd!
"Just another misinterpretation,"
Are the religious voices...of the proud!
Clan versus Tribe and
Tribe versus Clan!
As they seek to reinvent,
The Words of The Son of Man
But just like the unbelieving,
They too are unaware,
Of where they stand!
As perilous times surround all,
Throughout the land.
But His hand continues to move,
As His clock is winding down!
And soon that trumpet will play,
A Harpazo sound!
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