by Bill Thrush
I feel so blessed to be living in this day
When the Lamb of God is well on His way
Our churches are disgraceful, our government severe
That the end times are upon us is abundantly clear
One look at the headlines and its easy to see
What the ancients longed for is unfolding before me
Pestilence, famine, rumors of war
Jesus is coming...He's right at the door
Our world is so wicked, our lives so controlled
We don't listen to God's voice, but do as we're told
The most important thing is to be politically correct
And the sport of the day is to trample the elect
We're poisoned, radiated and hustled about
While the prophets of God continue to shout
Pestilence, famine, earthquakes galore
Jesus is coming...He's right at the door
Our days are spent watching the unfolding events
Without Biblical knowledge things don't make any sense
The saints are all watching, those servants of old
While all of the prophecies are revealed as foretold
The watchman are on the wall, but are heckled and booed
The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few
The angry sky is rumbling, but we're not afraid
Thanks to Lord Jesus...our ransom is paid.