A Time For Every Purpose

A TIME FOR EVERY PURPOSE

What is our very purpose?

It must be more than to live or die;

Our Foundation better be built upon Jesus,

For the Midnight Hour draweth nigh.

Have we thoroughly planted our seeds?

Or watered those that were previously sewn?

Have we embraced the Son of God,

And done what He has clearly shown?

This is no time to rend or kill,

We must continue to obediently plow;

Only Jesus can bring the increase,

And heal our hearts in the “here and now”.

We have approached the end of time,

Which explains the darkness of the hour;

The Season looms right before our faces,

The Fig Tree is finally ready to flower.

We confess that we are sinners,

Without much to offer our King,

Wishing only to please the Father,

And hear the Angels gloriously sing.

It is hard to build and edify,

When the world is rapidly breaking down;

The unjust continue to worship perishable stones,

While the faithful seek Eternal Crowns.

Although Christians wish to laugh,

The truth causes us to weep,

Our voices have been rendered silent,

By a church so steadfastly asleep.

But our time to mourn is ending,

And we will soon be very excited,

To find ourselves attending The Wedding,

For which everyone was invited.

Sadly, only a portion choose to accept,

The Gift of Grace so freely submitted;

While the prideful cast away their souls,

The Children of God are humbly admitted.

In these days of war and hate,

When prideful ego just won’t cease,

The Brethren await a Blessed Hope,

That will bring everlasting Peace.

So let us lift our heads to Heaven,

And gaze into the sky,

Jesus will meet us in the clouds,

And save us from a world gone horribly awry.

We will no longer suffer the attacks,

Of an enemy breaking through to steal;

All Praise, Honor, and Glory,

Belong to the Potter at the Wheel.

May God bring comfort to all of you in these last chaotic and crazy days!

YBIC,

Humbly