The Son of Man
Quiet was the night til I heard the bell rung.
The last order given, the last song was sung.
The streets were still busy with people in a rush.
The last hour of the last day went on with a hush.
While some seeking pleasure and some on their knees.
Some seeking houses while some sought degrees.
The land seemed in disarray, with many hearts in sheer dismay.
Some men were praising the Potter, while some would dread the day.
Someone’s plans were interrupted while some would sadly go on.
Someone’s case would be reopened as Armageddon’s day was spawned
Grey haired men in linen robes prepared to make their speech.
While some men dressed in lambs wool led others to the breach.
The days were hotter than Sodom and Gomorrah,
While the rich got richer, the poor got poorer.
Little did they know that in the days ahead,
Would spill over violently in each life they led.
A Crack, then a trumpet, the ones sleep we thought dead.
All rose up to meet him just like each line was read.
Those who had risen for the Glory of the Lamb.
With those still in waiting to make their final stand.
I closed my eyes as the onslaught began.
While some in bewilderment watched as they ran.
Kingdoms were crashing, with kings on their knees
Wept violently before him saying “Master help us please!”
Each seal that was broken, each seal that opened.
Each seal was written, each seal was spoken.
Each life was opened and each life had been read.
Each life had played itself as though it had been said.
Seven years were split in two,
While those abated would have no clue
When darkness fell in a blackened abyss,
The time sealed and consecrated.
While all those waiting to behold the Lamb,
All cried and stood elated.
We bid farewell as those looked on,
We did not sing, we did not mourn
We all stood together, our hand held in hand
And worshipped the King, the Son of Man.