My people the time is now at hand.

Stand tall, let your banners wave.

Choose this day the God whom you'll serve.

Will you perish or choose to be saved?

Like a mother who suffers in childbirth,

With her pains getting closer at hand.

You can clearly see in the news each day

Earth's labors across the land.

Wars are fought more frequently,

While pestilence claims it due.

Diseases are spreading uncontrollably;

Natural disasters are claiming lives too.

If you stop and read the signs of the times

You'll see that His coming is near.

It's a call to arms for His people,

For the time is almost here

Lift your hands toward heaven.

Let your God hear His people sing.

Look to the skies above you,

And arise to welcome you King!

Copyright 2006, by Deean G. Strecker

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