Behold He Comes


Hear the cry, "Behold He Comes"
All Nations bow your knee
The mountains and the hills around
Before His presence flee
His radiance like the sun does shine
His Glory all will see
Hear the cry, Behold I Come
My Bride, prepare for Me

You knew this day would come
That I'd come back one day
Have you been up and doing
Since the day I went away
Have you been busy in my field
The fields are ripe you know
Have you been telling others
That I love them so

Or, have you been lazy
Just doing your own thing
Have you been tired and weary
And for Me doing nothing
I'll come when you least expect it
Though the signs are all around
Will you be counted worthy
Or in your shame be found

Prepare my Bride, prepare
This warning is for you
The time is growing short
Do what I called you to
Do not be slack in labour
The fields are white you know
They are ripe unto harvest
My word for you is Go!!!!!


© 2001, Rebecca Guy


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