Paul Johnson
The Rapture’s past, the Church has gone, and I am left behind,
I should have listened to God’s Word eternal life to find.
But still there’s hope if I will seek God’s mercy and His love,
And even if my life is lost I’ll be with Him above.
The days of Noah now are here and men’s hearts fail for fear.
God is forsaken, morals gone, there’s no repentant tear.
What we have known as evil, is now regarded right.
What we have known as good is lost; and all has taken flight.
The seas are getting rougher, the gun’s of war are booming.
The sun and moon are changing, the threat of death is looming.
Across the world are fearful scenes, the world its ground is shaking.
The places once we thought were safe, with force they now are quaking.
Disease is running rampant, all countries are assailed,
No hope for those who now are sick and vaccines all have failed.
Banks of the world are crashing and cash will soon be taken;
The Private Funds and Super Schemes of many now forsaken.
Chaos, confusion, heartache and pain, are now the daily norm;
Powerful men, who strut the stage, don’t govern, just perform.
And we are told that all is fine, just do as you are told
For you’ll be given all of you need, obey, or you’ll be sold.
Yet men all know it is not true, naught but a fraud and lie,
The poor are down upon their knees, their minds now claw the sky.
What can they do? Where can they go? and what
becomes of me?
All around me falls to ground, and debris I can see.
There’s confusion in the cities, as earthquakes shake the world;
Darkness descends upon us, as judgments are unfurled.
We know that one had warned us, about the coming end,
But we had been too busy to listen or to bend.
Chaos is now upon us and fear, it reigns supreme And all the things we thought were true have gone as tho’ a dream.
The Man of Sin has offered peace, that earthly god-like one,
His lies, deceit and promises have left us all undone.
Rising up as tyrant, no longer this world’s friend Now demanding everyone, the world on him depend.
He wanted to be worshipped, he wanted to be king,
He wanted all on bended knee before his throne to bend!
But woe to those that do not yield, that do not bend the knee,
Ushered into cattled trucks, a spectacle so to see.
And then there comes the guillotine, and heads begin to roll,
The fate of all the faithful ones, who wouldn’t sell their soul.
The world is now divided, for them that’s lost or found,
But soon the one that warned them all, will stand upon the ground.
The Lord Himself will be the judge and sit upon the throne;
The sheep will enter kingdom bliss and not be left alone.
The goats are those who dared to take the mark upon their hand,
And they will fail to be with Christ or occupy His land.
The lake of fire will be their place for all eternity With Satan and his hosts in hell for ever they will be.