Ren's Pen
This World is our Home
This world is our home
Jesus will sit here upon His throne,
This world will one day change
Where things will not be so strange.
This world is only our temporary place
Until we look upon our Master's face
It is only a matter of short time
The end is reaching it's prime
This world does not have a clue
People would change if they knew
We tell the trump, will be loud
And Jesus will be coming in a cloud.
This world does not seem to care
Many are not a wheat but a tare
We tell them He will soon return
Repent for time is near or forever burn
This world, we continue to warn
But they only turn to scorn
Only to laugh and even mock
Denying the One called the ROCK
Jesus will sit here upon His throne,
This world will one day change
Where things will not be so strange.
This world is only our temporary place
Until we look upon our Master's face
It is only a matter of short time
The end is reaching it's prime
This world does not have a clue
People would change if they knew
We tell the trump, will be loud
And Jesus will be coming in a cloud.
This world does not seem to care
Many are not a wheat but a tare
We tell them He will soon return
Repent for time is near or forever burn
This world, we continue to warn
But they only turn to scorn
Only to laugh and even mock
Denying the One called the ROCK
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This World is our Home
This World is our Home
