Prepare For The Saviour

 Where did you hide, your garment of praise?

Where is it hidden, that it cannot be raised?

Your weapon of warfare, must never be in the dark.

For if you don't use it, you won't enter into

the ark.

Break forth in song, oh warrior with might.

For the dragon lay waiting, fiercely with might.

Your naked exposure, will be laid in the dust.

If you should ever tarry, like ironclad rust.

Your lips might be burning, like old silver dross.

And your words be like wounds, all yearning with boast.

Up may you rise, to be strong like the wise.

To periwinkle spotlight, before your demise.

Look to the hills, with eyes filled with tears.

For the day will come sudden, while you are covered with fears.

Hasten your steps and lay aside every weight.

And prepare for the Saviour, to meet you at the gate.