I dream that the great judgment morning
Had dawn and the trumpet has blown;
I dream that the nations had gathered
To judgment before the white throne
From the throne came a bright shining angel
And stood on the land and the sea
And swore with his hand raised to heaven
That time was no longer to be
The rich man was there, but his money
Had melted and vanished away;
A pauper he stood at the judgment,
His debts were too heavy to pay;
The great man was there but his greatness
When death came, was left far behind
The Angel that opened the records
Not a trace of his greatness could be found
The widow was there with the orphans
God heard and remembered their cries
No sorrow in heaven forever
God wiped all the tears from their eyes
The gambler was there and the drunkards
And the man that had sold them the drink
With the people who gave them the license
Together in hell they did sink
The moral man came to the judgment
But his self-righteous rages would not do;
The men who had crucified Jesus
Had passed off as moral men too;
The soul that had put off salvation
‘Not tonight; I’ll get saved by and by
No time now to think of religion’
At last they found time to die.
And o, what a weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of there fate,
They cried for the rocks and the mountain
The prayed, but there prayer was too late
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
young Girl
You wait little girl on empty stage
For faith to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will like to write on
You are 16 going on 17
Baby it’s time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby you’re on the brink
You are a teenage going to adulthood
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roués and cad
Will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scare are you
Of things beyond your ken
Fellows you meet may tell you you’re sweet
And willingly you believe
Bachelors and dandies drinkers of brandies
What do you know about those?
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
Your mother is the best choice
Confined in her and she will guide you
God is there to help you
His word is there to guide you
Read them and you will be save
For faith to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will like to write on
You are 16 going on 17
Baby it’s time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby you’re on the brink
You are a teenage going to adulthood
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roués and cad
Will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scare are you
Of things beyond your ken
Fellows you meet may tell you you’re sweet
And willingly you believe
Bachelors and dandies drinkers of brandies
What do you know about those?
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
Your mother is the best choice
Confined in her and she will guide you
God is there to help you
His word is there to guide you
Read them and you will be save
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