The love of many is waxing cold,
discouraged... forgotten
whose hand to hold;
Giving in to fear as in days of old;
losing sight of the end...
when the sky will scroll;
then Jesus appears within the cloud,
the trumpets sound...worship and praise
will be so loud;
He'll gather ev'ry watchful soul,
Keeping His promise
as the Prophets foretold;
Taking believers unto Himself,
for none of His will be left;
perfected in the Potter's mold,
With Him to forever be,
loosed from the bonds of slavery;
...doubt...fear...sin no more...
delivered from the enemy of God
...the evil liar;
...who's tossed down to his abode,
the place of brimstone, sulfur and fire.
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