Son Go Down


One day the son will hear
It's time my Son, go down
Go gather all my children
From all the world around
You told them you'd come for them
In Heaven some day they'd be
You made all that possible
When you died to set them free

I gave them so much time
To make things right with me
Now it's time for you to go
And bring those who are free
Some are watching everyday
Waiting for your return
Some, their lives are very slack
My Son, they never learn

They know that you are coming
They may not know the time
But they have had a long time
In which to make up their mind
They've had the time to choose
What road their lives would take
So now's the time, go down my Son
I will no longer wait

This could be what is said one day
It could be very soon
Maybe before this day is through
We will see our awaited groom
For Jesus certainly will come
To catch His Bride away
As soon as God tells Him to come
And this could be the day


© 1996, Rebecca Guy


Back to Poetry Page

1