Cometh The Hour

Cometh the hour. 

Blow the trumpet. 

Send the beast back from whence it came.

Has the beast not had its fill? 

Consumer of souls, destroyer of worlds. 

Why must the beast have its day?

Send the beast back from whence it came. 

Turn back the tide, break the curse, free the world.

Blood and tears, weeping for the night, creation groans.

Calvary tree, earth shaking, stones roll, angels speak.

Ascension. 

Pause. 

Dark night of the soul. 

Send the beast back from whence it came.

Has the beast not had its fill? 

Consumer of souls, destroyer of worlds. 

Why must the beast have its day?

Send the beast back from whence it came. 

Turn back the tide, break the curse, free the world.

Heavenly chariots, trumpet calls, angels sing, swords to plows.

Casting crowns, royal robes, outstretched hand, victory whispers. 

Be still. 

Cometh the hour.

Time

So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. (Psalm 90:12 ESV)

Time goes marching on.

Many an empire has come and gone.

Yet we remain.

Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.

Time goes marching on.

Many a friend has been and gone.

Yet we remain.

Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.

Time goes marching on.

Many a soul has been lost and won.

Yet we remain.

Watching the ticking clock and the sifting sands of time.

Time goes marching on.

When our time comes, if we are remembered or not, will the love sown remain as time goes marching on?