As in the Day's of Noah, when mankind thought they had it all,
God looked down and planned a deed, save a few, the rest would Fall.
Now that Six Thousand year have passed,
He comes to the rescue again, the last.
God owns us all and controls the 'ride,'
You can be Outdoors, or Ride Inside.
Just turn your heart to Jesus. AMEN
Closing of Grace
By Arley Steinhour 081711
The silence in the atmosphere
So loud that we can barely hear
But for that silence we can't hear
We'd raise our voice with joyous cheer.
There's something working silently
Inside the building or behind the tree
Silent stealth, something we can't see
Only know by Faith, what now must be.
We know you're allowing what is ongoing
As you shape the End, to Will and Knowing
From Satan, keep Your intent from showing
The hounds of Hell, have no wind for blowing.
Soon, the Trumpet sounds your alert
Your Call to Come Up, away from hurt
In twinkle of an eye, without even a shirt
Tribulation upheaval your Christians do skirt.
They left behind endure much pain
Tribulation, that falls like Noah's rain
Earth's quaking, like the wrecking train
Follows Time of Grace, none can complain.
If only mankind could/would repent
Then you'd spread out you Royal Tent
Never more, Sin able to pay Satan's rent
Satan locked far away, never more to Vent.
Many, you have saved through Grace
No fee nor act needed to win the Race
You paid the price, so we can lift our face
Live eternally in Your Holy Temple's Space.
A M E N