Knowing The Time

For of times and seasons
You are not woefully blind
Unlike those in the dark
Staggering in the midst of mist

There are those that flounder
Away from the coming light
And go further from the star
These are children of the night

Not you – the sun of righteousness
Is rising before your eyes
No more dozing in unbelief
Or tossing to rhythm of lies

You see the signs of His coming
It is time to be sharp and sober
We are heading out at the shout
Onward – not like the rest
Snoring in a thousand year slumber

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