Last Hallelujah Psalm One Thirteen

He's waiting very patiently,
For Shofar call, that sets us free,
We plod along, ignore His voice,
Soon, the fare is without choice.

This is the last Hallelujah Psalm,
Perhaps, last year, we see mortal calm,
This year, before Tribulation, Great,
When man must repent, or face his fate.

We sit here, near the funeral pyre,
Feeling the Holy Spirit's fire,
Let Him fill the hearts of all in attendance,
And to you, dear God, Bless our dependence.

As this departed is laid to rest,
Call here in attendance, your faithful best,
Not to endure Tribulation, by any name,
Of these seasons coming, all be to your fame.

Your Glory be, when all is done,
Through Jesus Christ, your only One,
Bringing an end to all man's woe,
May hearts be wise, so you they know.

Dear Lord, be with us, strongly here,
In the stress of the pyre, knowing you're near,
Be kind to those who've turned all hearts,
Hide us well, as Tribulation starts,

In Jesus' name, I ask this boon,
Soon, your Bride praise, beyond the moon.
To you, the Glory, Your Will, be Done,
Fill our hearts with Love, each and every one,

AMEN