The Light of Hope

The wail of the distant mourners grows;
Those looking through the windows see,
Dark clouds return after the rain is done,
Hear judgment call and the sinner knows.

You were warned in the days of our youth,
Now the sun has no light, the moon grows dark,
Ill winds blow hard and the house trembles;
Yet we chose not to heed the words of truth.

The doors shut tight, the windows barred,
This is the time when strong men fear;
The haunting sound of souls unsaved,
And sin filled world lay burnt and charred.

Children listen well while we still can,
Remember the one, who created us,
Remember His promises and His Son;
Know His words of love and make our stand.

We know not the time so do not hesitate;
There are many seeds to plant and fields to plow,
Many are the lost and lonely that do not know,
They need not be burdened by sins great weight.

We are the eyes for those who can not see,
We are the voice that carries His message;
We are the caring hand that touches the heart,
We are the light of hope that the lost may see.