The Watchman's Call

Extra Oil, Wick is Trimmed, all for Bride receiving Him

The Watchman's Call
by Arley Steinhour 111310

Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely yell the warning, to everyone you meet.
God is getting angry, and wrath will fill His face.
No matter how fast a nation runs, it cannot win the race.

The Faithful know the ending, the unsaved never hear,
Refuses to hear the warning, and just orders another beer.
Don't ignore the warning signs, Bible speak quite clear,
it only speaks of wrath, to those who will not hear.

So, Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely yell the warning, to everyone you meet.
The Bride of Christ is ready, awaiting, patter of His Feet,
He comes to snatch His Bride away, time is full, also complete.

Tribulation-Seven, is waiting around the yonder bend,
Seven short years completeed, will bring the Era's end.
Yes, Yell it from the Roof-tops, at the corner of the street,
Nicely yell the warning, to everyone that you might meet.

Our lamps are trimmed, wicks is lit,
The Bride expectant, to be Welcomed Home,
By Royal Bridegroom, to make us Family,
One and All, Repentant Bride, for Eternity.

AMEN