Ichthys July 5

A QUATERNION When the buds are tender green And the fig leaves begin to sprout None will mistake the end time scene, The earth itself will shout. Upon a horse,faithful and true, He returns on a cloud, As, in the air He comes into view Every knee is bowed. The book of life is opened,last Sin meets it's heart's desire; The deceiver and the deceived,cast Into the lake of fire. Water ,clear as crystal now,flows Reviving,the once dead; Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have His name on their forehead. A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea, But living water that heals,thee and me. Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'