He Is Coming
In your golden wonder we daily dwell.
In the words of life and that said let there be.
From them do we manifest when we fall to hell.
The beginning of hope we do see but in foolishness we end in gnashing.
From then horn a channel of purity for reunion with our creator.
The savior of the Israelites but the destroyer of the Egyptians.
Let this be for my enemies.
Oh, i wouldn't have been a worst sinner if it's declared,
Love your enemies and pray for your persecutors.
The doctrine which manifests on the cross,
This you and I must do not to end up in hell.
He's coming,
Yes He's coming.
Neither for the unforgiven fellow like you.
But for those that are dead to sin and daily lay their treasures under His feet.
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