Your deadlines have all come and past
Will the prophet of doom repent at last?
I would not touch the Lord’s anointed
I just don’t see you so appointed
I know that God is judging sin
But we go forth weeping
Then come back in
Carrying our sheaves rejoicing
To edify is our great calling
Even if the sky IS falling
Come trial or persecution
Or end time tribulation
We who wait upon the Lord
Are hovering to hear His word
A word in season to the weary one
Our work has really just begun
Though it be the eleventh hour
We work within the Spirit’s power
Reconciling men to God
Good News! The beautiful feet are shod.
And knowing the hour indeed is late
Upon the roof we gladly wait
Not seeking to save our life below
Not hiding stores, afraid to show
Redemption draws near!
Lets be of good cheer!
Let not your hearts be troubled
Though trial and temptation soon be doubled
The fate of waiting husbandmen
Is ours and has always been
To share the cross our Savior bore
Loving all those Jesus died for
If we walk within the secret place
Beneath the shadow of His wings
Men will see His glory in our face
And wonder at our love and peace and joy
And grace
Even in our sufferings
Yea, sooner or later the towers fall
And the walls collapse as trumpets call
But as you run to announce your part
Be sure the horse is before the cart
Go, gather those who are suffering
And minister to them and bring
A glass of water to the ones who thirst
With the love of God even though you are cursed
Then great is your reward in heaven
But shed you now this grievous leaven
Your words went out for all to hear
And the things you spoke did not appear
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Your poem is packed full with teaching and tasty like a mince pie. I'm left feeling the words of Mark. Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. Jesus calls each of us to be at his work....
