God's spirit cries out, in the midst of the shaking.
There is a spiritual reckoning drawing near.
Now is the time for all to have ears that would hear.
Trade your old eyes for new ones, and watch for the signs.
Let Him burn out old visions with fire that refines.
There's no profit at all in living for pleasure
Or in storing up loads of earthly treasure.
Return to the Lord; run with purpose and speed!
Let go of all malice, impureness, and greed.
Be willing to lay down your life for the Lord
And ready to take up His two-edged sword.
His Word is alive, and its sharpness cuts deep—
Reminding us that which we sow, we must reap.
Bread alone won't sustain; the supply's running low.
We must live by God's words; It's His voice we must know.
Give up prideful longings; thirst no more for things.
Christ the Lord is coming, with healing in His wings.
There soon won't be a later, nor a new tomorrow—
But there will be weeping; great will be the sorrow
Don't be one who rejects Him; the hour is getting late.
His holy kingdom awaits—what will be your fate?
His spirit beckons you; His love burns like a flame.
The Sun of Righteousness calls; Jesus is His name.
© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart
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