If thunder rolled and the Lord God spoke
Saying, “It’s time to break that yoke;
To come away from evil things,
Those wretched, dark imaginings;
In twenty-four hours I will split the sky
and gather My own in the blink of an eye.”
Do you suppose, we would understand
That eternity was now at hand?
Or would our eyes, in image immersed,
Have numbed our hearts to what is cursed?
Would lust for that which entertains
have destroyed desire for He Who reigns,
replaced by a screen, engulfed by a stage
as we drink in the latest rage?
Would the image that strokes the flesh of man
Have scarred so deep that we no longer can
hear the voice that calls with urgent warning
to follow Him to His glorious morning?
Though as one in the desert continues to cry,
“Make way for the Lord, His time is nigh,”
do you suppose man’s lust for power
will find us full dead in that twenty-fourth hour?
Will right be called wrong and wrong be called right?
Will we be dead-living in darkest of night?
The Word of God says that no man can learn
the day or the hour that He will return.
As the days of Noah, that day will be.
Do you suppose we’ll be slave or free?