Falling Stars

Falling stars

The sixth trumpet has blown a vicious call
The word has gone out for the stars to fall
Scientists will run and astrologers collide
When the heavens unroll, even the moon will hide

The righteous will teach the wicked that curse
the hundred pound arrows stabbing the earth
Ten thousand times three, per hour they’ll burl
and burn and crush and reduce man by a third

Where’s the crevice to hide, the rock to shield
There must be a place His wrath they won’t feel
Where’s the place to pray, that they can steal
The hole they can conquer, where they can squeal

Waters dry, love waxes cold and all green disappears
The heat grows greatly to add to their tears
A year, a month and a day will measure the time
Still, they blaspheme His name and add to their crime

Darkness and pestilence, famines and earthquakes
Even volcanoes in diverse places to fill the lakes
won’t stop their whoredoms and their treasons
honoring the idols of their heart by selfish reasons

They that worship the beast and honor his plans
With a mark on their heads or on their hands
will persecute the righteous by resolute desire
and follow him who tells them he stopped the fire

They’ll bow to this god of force who heightens his boast
Until he comes face to face with the heavenly host
By brightness of seven suns will Christ come with power
To melt his covetousness and crumble his tower

Our Lord will rule and in His glory we’ll kneel
The deserts will blossom and the earth will heal
There will be peace on earth, goodwill to men
His righteousness will shine, Glory-Glory, Amen