It wont be long till the music will stop, and the dance will come to an end.
Uninvited reality will force its way through, the thoughts your mind would pretend.
For the world as we know it must come to an end* for nature we see isn’t coping
Added to that man holds death in his hands so it’s futile to try even hoping
And just to clinch the nail so it stays, in the place where God has intended
There’s nothing to stop ageings rapid advance and your life will soon be ended
Lets fast and pray while we still have day for a time of great trouble will come
And soon this crescendo will engulf us all for it’s not something that we can outrun
Only those who have made preparation will stand, in the tempest that howls at the door
Once again I urge you in loves desperation make your election and calling sure*.
*2nd Peter 3:10-13 *2nd Peter 1:10
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