Behold
It was before your time this day
Prepared by one who made such ways
From skies that roared at His command
That rained mercy on faithless land
He was painter, sculptor of what you see
By words alone He's let man be
But time and time man lost would dwell
Near death and fire at edge of Hell
Sending His son to change mans ways
To be a part He hoped would stay
Inside the hearts of young and old
It seems today but story told
It still rains down on dreary land
This world walks blind yet see what man
Has come to be but not of Him
The Book of Life has so decreed
The time draws near yet many won't
Prepare themselves with love and hope
Humbled are those that chose this path
That came to know before life past
Past before their very eyes
Heard whimper and too their cries
Healing, saving, promise to keep
Each soul that rendered little to least
No cost to you but great reward
Becomes treasure and too windfall
For He declared soon He will come
To judge each soul in His Kingdom
Be not afraid, but listen well
Mans time draws near, to story tell
Of how they lived their lives for Him
To know of what becomes of sin
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