Since time has come men have known that the presence of God should be known. Come ye one, come ye all; enter into the judgment hall: gather the chronicles, open the books, everyone not written beareth the curse. Search the winds, and count the tides; for the living are dying deep inside. Plow down the fields, and gather the wheat, open the barns of eternity.
Hear o ye heavens, for I declare this day the coming of judgment upon the plain. Run and hide, or step inside, lest thou perish by the Eternal Flame. Judgment is past, and then at last we shall stand before his mighty hand. Cry.
Cry in the night, reach for the light: make known to them who is True. Every thought, every dot, every bird and tree. All these things were created by me. I am he.
Stop and listen, maybe you will hear, the song of the Spirit 0 so clear. Sweet is the glistening, soft is the blistening, as it gathers to me with care. I have come to gather my wheat, and behold, who shall stand before my glory, saith the Lord who created the heavens and the earth.
Woe to the city of solitude, and the mountain hills: woe to Bethsaida, woe to Syria, woe to Amana, the lands where the fields are prepared. Sound forth the trumpet, let all the earth hear; for the mighty host of heaven is standing and waiting until I give forth the command. Thunders and lightnings, earthquakes and sorts, shall make the earth to quake like a mother giving birth.
Long have I waited for thy trumpet call; long have I longed to be clothed upon. Behold I come saith the High and Lofty One, prepare ye my table upon it incense I will burn: the prayers of the afflicted I will cast thereupon; that they may be raised to heaven before the great white throne.
Peoples and lands, take heed and behold, how simple it is if ye would just hear. Long ago in a city so small, a child was born into a world in which he did not belong. Not long after that he became a man, and spoke great wonders unto mortal man. Of parables and prophecies, he declared unto us his soviernty. And then with great wonder he was suspended up there; for all our sins, there he died there.
Now I submit to you O ye feeble folk, What is it that keeps you from his great white throne?
