Midnight Cry

They feel the pull of a hundred arms.
Each yanking them toward their paths of hell.

Each of them feel as if they have no hope.
Best to hide, to drown, to deny. Not to fight.

As the end time comes, a voice come from Heaven.
It's the Midnight Cry, calling them back home.

I know our Savior reigns, and he comes tonight.
Coming to save his children from final darkness.

He has come to get his children and raise them.
Bring them back to His Everlasting Glory.

No more tears, no more wailing or suffering.
The final judgement has been served.

No more suffering, no more death.
The Creator has come to get his children!

Freedom, my people! Fear not the end.
There is no end, only everlasting love.

The slaves have been redeemed. No more bondage.
The people have been let go.

We are free of our masters. It is time!
The Midnight Cry has called us home!


Peace and Freedom!

Scot \:D

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