BY THE SIGNS OF TIME, THE BRIDE OF CHRIST WILL SOON BE GONE
By the signs of time
The Bride of Christ will soon be gone
Should you miss the flight
Tears of regret will surely roll
Up then trim your lamp
Get ready for the Lord’s return
Lest you miss the flight
The wrath of God you then will face
Cold and draggy feet
You’re not on fire your soul is sick
You’re now so chocked up
With cares of life, ephemerals
And you’re not concerned
Your precious soul will soon be lost
Wake up now my friend
Tomorrow may be just too late
Have you compromised
All in the bid to make ends meet
Is your garment soiled
Are you defiled and stained with sin
Are you going down
The downward road that leads to hell
Has the light gone out
Of your precious and blood washed soul
In the midst of all
We’re witnessing and seeing today
The trumpet will sound
The redeemed will all be called home
But so sure it is
That many will be left behind
Will you be among
Those doomed to face the Antichrist
Surely there’ll be those
Church goers that won’t be ready
They’ll pray oh so hard
Lord please tell me this is a dream
Unfortunately
That day it will be very real
Ready saints are gone
Careless souls have been left behind
If you’re still in sin
The day of grace will soon be o’er
Then will come the time
When to be saved your blood you’ll spill
Christ is calling now
Friend do not spurn His loving plea
Give your life to Him
Do not delay, come home today
Have you backslidden
To return home you know not how
Has the enemy
Told you the Lord won’t accept you
Hear your Father’s plea
My prodigal child come back home
He’s waiting for you
Come home before the door is shut
Dear Lord hear our cry
We don’t want to be left behind
We don’t want to miss
The first flight to the streets of gold
Make us ready Lord
Morning and noon and evening too
Lest we weep in shame
And lest the tears of regret roll
By the grace of God
The trumpet sound we’ll surely hear
His mercies will keep
And guide our feet to glory land
Let’s not get choked up
With cares of life, silver and gold
Let’s strive patiently
Until the Saviour calls us home
By the signs of time
The Bride of Christ will soon be gone
Should you miss the flight
Tears of regret will surely roll
Up then trim your lamp
Get ready for the Lord’s return
Lest you miss the flight
The glorious flight to glory land.
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