Final Hour

It's imperative you hear this message—

Read My Word, there's no more guessing.

Don’t believe the lies they sell,

The truth is free—I bore the nails.

I laid down My life, yet few still seek Me.

Follow Me—not the masses who flee.

Love Me, not those false sweet songs,

That tickle your ears and feed you wrongs.

Messages that soothe the flesh—

Carnal comfort leads to death.

Is it for Him, or is it for you?

Self-exaltation? That won’t do.

Humble yourself, bow low and cry—

Exalt the Christ, the King on high.

He wears the crown, He’s coming soon,

To cast down pride and every wound.

To obliterate all that disobeys,

To cleanse the dark and light the way.

Choosing ignorance over His blood—

Have you not learned from the Great Flood?

As in the days of Noah's time,

He looked—and saw corruption climb.

But still, His mercy is enough—

The blood still speaks when the world is rough.

Don’t let this world blind your sight,

With people, purpose, power, or hype.

All will fade like a flower's bloom—

Today we live, tomorrow—tomb.

Then judgment comes, or He returns.

The clock is ticking. Will you learn?

Get your house in order,

Submit yourself—go even further.

Heed His call—this final test.

Obey in love, in spirit and truth.

Let your heart be fully confessed.

For only what’s done for Him will eternally rest.

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