Tell The Pulpit

You won’t see it coming

Soon the earth will meet its end

And the pay cheques for sin will be given

Each according to their laboring strength

You won’t see it coming

Soon this life will pass

Like a withering flower

It’ll be gone before you wake from your slumber

You won’t see it coming

Though the signs are all glaring

So take heed while it’s dawn

For soon night will come