Night Call Last Call

Events today, don't want to play; They only want to kill. Follow Jesus, no other way; or swallow Satans Pill.

By Arley Steinhour 081911

As we speed, like a rushing train

Toward a bridge without a name

We plow right through the falling rain

As if asleep or without a brain.

Events of this, God's End of Time

Travail and cause much pain

Thinking everything is fine

Fire hot Ice is still just rain.

Deluded to our dumbest level

Charging through the time at hand

Change not our course the slightest bevel

The scenery around is just too grand.

We're told by those, in authority

We bite a hook without bait

Still living in the land of free

Realize our error too late.

The country that we thought we owned

Follows our elected down the drain

Waking up, we've stretched and groaned

And took a pill for the mortal Pain.

Too late, I fear, No Return is here

We lived our lives too fast

Only God can fill our heart with cheer

When He Raptures the Bride at last.

He's closing down Salvation through Grace

Preparing to return and rule

Those who waited too long have reddened face

Accept the Roll of Fool.

Minutes left upon His clock of fame

We have repentant moment still

To upward life our arms, and claim

Free reward that pay's the 'Bill.'

AMEN