Tick Tock,
The pendulum swings.
No church doors open,
No church bells ring.
We gather and hoard,
In chasing our dreams,
Our storehouse is full,
But our hearts still scream.
“I wanted to, Lord. I was gonna get saved. I was waiting for Time to see a Banner yet waved.”
I’ve run out of time, and now it seems late.
My Eternity spoiled,
I’ve birthed my own fate.
Heaven or Hell doth my choices reveal;
As in Revelation 6,
The opened 4th Seal.
Do not be deceived,
God is not mocked.
We reap what we sow,
In our Ticks and our Tocks.
He has gone to prepare a mansion for you
His Promise to those whom His Blood He did lose.
Ready or not,
Here I come,
For the lives in this room,
Who know they’re undone.
