The day of the Lord approaches,
For all nation as will be done;
The dawn of the day encroaches,
Of the returning of the Son.
You will get exactly what,
All of your evil deeds deserve;
Secular things that you were taught,
Which has set up a learning curve.
Just as you were drunk at the church,
Continually drinking all day;
As you gulp down as you research,
Never finding a time to pray.
But there will be deliverance,
Up on the top of Mount Zion;
For those who have the reverence,
As the lamb lies with the lion.
There is holiness who escape,
Has refuge in the holy place;
As salvation has taken shape,
As the Lord is shedding His grace.
Conquer those who have conquered you,
Descendants had been a fire;
A flame that has been burning through,
What you righteously desire.
Your descendants are like stubble,
They will burn them to devour;
For your foes fall as they stumble,
While tasting bitter and sour.
For not a single survivor,
That could ever be left alive;
Because the Lord is my driver,
For making my righteousness thrive.
The exiles of this fortress,
Takes possession of what belongs;
That life will not become hopeless,
As caused by past misdeeds and wrongs.
For a savior will be coming,
Upon the mountain He will rule;
While our foes are crumbling,
Because of being His footstool.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer