Great Ringing Bell
Great Ringing Bell
By Arley Steinhour 031215
Shout it from the Rooftop,
Not the bottom of a well,
'Jesus is coming, to harvest His crop,'
Let voices sound as a Great Ringing Bell.
The Harvest is Ripe, the Tare sets seed,
'Gentile' Time ends, in His Holy Name,
For Believers, He fills our every need,
But the Tare's fed straight to the Flame.
There is no nice way of warning,
'Repent, or you surly die,'
On that day, we'll all be mourning,
As we watch Jesus, for you, cry.
We have a choice, in this mortality,
To pay the price, of the sin filled life,
The choice of Two, awarded in Totality,
Be, Lake of Flame, or Jesus' Wife.
He died upon an Old Rugged Cross,
To Redeem us from all our Sin,
We need accept Him as 'God, and Boss,'
With Sin on the Cross, the Race we Win.
AMEN
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