Time is Growing Late

God, please forgive me for my every sin.

Trying each day to the best I can.

My soul is aching and is stretched so thin,

Your prodigal son, mere fallible man.

 

I know that the earth will be surrendered,

And the adversary will rule some time.

The cleansed in flames and to you then rendered,

Ready for you to return it to prime.

 

I just never thought I’d live to the day,

When your son comes back and reclaims his church.

Now let it come without any delay,

I pray all souls for your light will search.

 

Wide is the path and narrow is the gate,

Seek our Savior’s Love, time is growing late.

 

09/12/2025