One Lost Soul in the night

Confusion reigns wandering lost souls in the night
Delusion feigns normal where wrong becomes right
They blame aliens from other planets and dimensions
When all the time it's vain imagination and drugged dementia

Overnight radio talk shows feed their grand illusion
Confusion entertains and only breeds more confusion
And when The Truth is presented they mock and tear it down
But when Judgment Day comes, they are without excuse:
                        they had a chance to turn around

There was one hungry soul who heard The Bible referenced
He decided to check it out and looked it up for himself
That Preacher was right:  it really does say what he said
The point of the book of Revelation is simple:
                        it's the revelation of Jesus Christ

When Christ returns and is revealed as King of all kings
Will I be ready to meet Him then, still lost in my wicked sin?
The answer is simply No, I'm not ready to go
So I did what the Preacher said and knelt down and repented
                        and the tears flowed

Jesus met me then.

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday June 11, 2005 A.D.

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