Harvest Time

The grapes are ready
The wheat stands ripe
Rear end is coming
May be here tonight

The den of vipers
The ball they fumble
Their system's shambles
They watch it crumble

They've been exposed
For whom they are
The sons of cain
Have gone too far

You gave them a choice
From the beginning
They took the left
And kept their sinning

The locust army
Has consumed so much
Everyone's lazy
Their leaders are touched

Jezebel's prophets
They scream aloud
Crying for their god
Too come make them proud

Is he on vacation
Gone far away?
Or on the can?
Where inside he lay

The season is here
Good Christians stand ready
The battle lines clear
Have Michael cast dungheady

All of his lies
Have come to fruition
All to disguise
The son of perdition

The final battle
Is soon to unfold
Throughout all history
Its story's been told

All generations
Have fought the fight
Religious, political
Military might

You've tested each soul
In Your own way
And we are the last
A spiritual play

Help us stand fast
And ready Your Armour
Attack and advance
To forward Your Honour

The enemy's within
And spewed about
Those caught in the middle
This time are out

We pray all eyes
Be open to see
Realizing they're
Some blinded by Thee

Give to us courage
Wisdom and Might
Guide with Your Spirit
All those in The Right

Bless and keep us
For You are our Rock
Waiting ‘til the end
For we are Your flock

In Yashua's Name, Amen