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Signs of the SeasonPosted Thursday, January 26, 2012, at 7:30 PM
Witnessing is something like Preaching at the start, Let Holy Spirit guide your words, He will do His part.
By Arley Steinhour 012612
Dear Father God, why can't we see,
The signs show your Last Warning,
We should see what they actually be,
True signs of your Mourning.
Earthquakes, rack both hill and dale,
Volcano's, fill the sky with ash,
Tsunami's, put many souls in grave,
Freedom, Terrorism does abash.
Fire, burns great tracts of land,
Flooding, ruins homes and crop,
Rumor abounds, with war at hand,
What scares me, is when warnings stop.
I do not fear for Christians, which I be,
I cry for unsaved, we leave behind,
Surviving Tribulation Hell, catastrophe,
The end of it, three in four will never see.
Saved by Grace, we've won the race,
Without breaking a finger-nail,
Your only Son, took our place,
Redemption Paid, Death never to assail.
Until you come to 'Snatch Away,'
Your Bride, the Church, it be,
We need go witness every day,
More unsaved, may yet be free.
Some will still not see the danger,
Some will Repent with all their heart,
Some will react in blind anger,
Some will thank us for having a heart.
Give us, Lord, the words to say,
As we locate those who will,
May we approach, and witness away,
Inviting them, join us, on Zion Hill.
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