Poetry

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People are in the street buying, and selling,
What was once in the closet, is now open telling,
In the world sin covers the earth like a blanket,
In heaven, something is happening, for all is quit.

One angle steps forth, something on his lips,
The clouds are dark, through the sky lightning rips,
There’s the Hand of Glory raised to the sky,
To the four corners the angles will fly,
The thunder will roll; the wind will blow,
People all around, there is something you should know,
Weather you believe it or not, the truth will be known,
For the greatest sign ever, in the sky will be shown,
The clock is ticking; there is no time to rest,
No time to play church, or to see who’s the best,
What happens when the clock of judgment strikes midnight,
When all seems well, everything seems all right,

Then the Hand of Glory comes down with a crash,
The angle will blow; the trumpet will blast,
The clouds will part, with a shout, and a yell,
The lightning will flash; the earth will crash like a bell,
In the sky we will see Him, He will take us home,
We will be rewarded, and reap what we have sown,
It is time to tell the world, it is time to tell them all,
That every tongue will confess Jesus, every knee will fall,
Either you do it now, and go with Jesus when He takes us home,
Or you will do it later, and forever be alone,
Your choice is agony, and torment forever,
Or eternity with Jesus, that is much better,
My friends, we don’t have time to fool around,
For soon, we will go up, and Jesus will come down.

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