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,

refuse to hear the warning, and just order another beer.

Don't ignore the warnings, the 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, await the patter of His Feet,

as He comes to snatch away His Bride, time's full, complete.

The Tribulation's waiting, just around the bend,

Seven short years later, 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 you meet.

The lamps are trimmed, and wick is lit, Bride's expectant be,

To welcome Royal Bridegroom, to make us Family.

AMEN