Poetry for the Glory of God

Feel the wind? T'is strange today,
Thick with the smell of the rain
For the waters are filled with blood.
The vials have been poured in the flood.

Angels cheer, for the Lord is just.
They cry, "They have killed your prophets!
Let the vials flow into the dust!"
Our prayers of peace are as forfeit.

For the world does not repent,
Nay, it curses God's own name.
And so the sixth vial, it is sent,
Alas, our answer is the same.

Feel the wind? T'is strange today.
The sixth vial, it has flowed away.
The final pours under the sun.
A voice is heard; hear? "It is done."

How blessed we are! How blessed we are!
Sing unto the mountain tops,
Unto the ships and mills and shops,
Until time be for all to stop.

Who has blessed us? Who has blessed us?
T’is not by mine own hand.
Nay, it is done by none in the land.
Jehovah , our Lord, hath made us to stand!

Why doth He bless? Why doth He bless?
There’s nothing good of me.
I have given naught to He.
Yet He loves me; Love He be!

But what of He? But what of He?
Is that Man, Christ, not his own Son?
God let us slay Him! His blood did run
So that we sinners may of sin be done?

Look to the tomb! Look to the tomb!
Jesus has risen again to life.
For the faithfull’s sins He’s suffered strife.

How can I attempt to serve?
How can I attempt to praise?
Can I be faithful to your Word
When I have sinned for all these days?

All my righteousness is as rags.
And I have none to look up to,
For all men have these sins, these filthy snags!
We can offer nothing unto You.

But You have died so that we might live.
You, God, have covered us with your blood.
We have nothing of our own to give.
Jehovah, we give back to You: Your precious Love!

Have I believed in vain?
The darkness has prospered much.
All I feel is the pain
Of the burning of Your touch.

When evil does as evil is
No evil to him befalls.
Yet I give thought to one dark sin;
Despair reigns o’er all!

Then I am reminded of His promise sure,
And I fall down and repent.
The wicked will much sorrow endure,
And I, to God, will be sent.

Light still rules, though the present be dark,
For the darkness is here in might.
Christ shall return when the trumpet we hark
And the faithful shall live in His sight.

Light shines through to us today,
Darkness tries to cast dismay.
Keep true to what God does say.
Hold fast to Him.

When the night casts you to dust,
There is only One to trust.
Keep to the Light, for you must
Hold fast to Him.

When your sins are shown to you,
Repent of them, and in all you do
Keep His Word; obey it true.
Hold fast to Him.

Jehovah, the great Three in One
Is waiting for us when we’re done
Through the work, began by His Son.
Hold fast to Him.

Light is here, shed a tear, for the darkness soon draws nigh.
Yet, never fear the sword or spear, for our Lord, God, reigns on high.
Soon you shall see the enemy bleed, and you ne’er raised your hand.
How can this be? Tis not through thee, but Him and His command.

But, lo, we are tossed on foaming waves
And strong men are sent to their icy graves.
Our bones are laid there, dead.

Have we lost? Has God forgotten?
We have been left, bodies rotten
The reality is what we’ve dread.

What’s this I hear? God has appeared? The bones are brought to life!
Have we to fear the sword and spear when Jehovah has no strife?
Soon we’ll see God’s destiny. It’s then we shall understand.

How can this be? Tis plain to me. In God alone must thou stand.

Wake, oh sons of God, I say!
Rise and hear; this is the day.
Cry out to sea and mountain side,
To desert sands where hate abides.

Know that love will win all war
‘Gainst the foe that God abhors.
Therefore, press on, and do not fear!
Our Lord’s commands we will adhere.

See, the Light in that horizon, long has it called us
Wake! His Will must be done; do not betray His trust.

Our Lord, Jehovah, hear our prayer.
Guide us 'till we meet You there,
In the heavens up above
Where we’ll be surrounded by Your Love!