Ride The Devil's Tide

 Christmas is coming, some say the goose is getting fat.

But what about the children, who are beaten with a bat....

Where are the ones, who are called of the Lord....

To stand in the gap and cry, HELP US, oh God.

Jesus I know and Paul I know, says Satan to all, but who are you...

Where are the called, of the Lord Most High....

The sons and the daughters, who will fight till they die....

If by reason of fear, you have rejected the Cross.

Then you will ride the devil's tide, for heaven you have lost.

The time is drawing near, for the Lord to appear.

To take His own to glory, from all their worry and care.

To partake of the feast, that is cooked in fine wine.

To sit at His table and with the King, sup and dine.

Where you make

your bed, there you will lie.

And whatever you choose, may your heart never cry.

The Via Delorosa, was for you and for me.

But you must know the one, whose hands hold the key.

The sound of the trumpet, is calling out your name.

To walk the road to Nineveh, for life is not a game.

Let the fear of the Lord, be your guide as you go.

To break the chains of bondage, in prayer as you sow.