end time

His gait was paced and his muscles tight,
You could isolate him in the crowd as they split left and split right.
He tried to be a normal guy on any normal night.
But it wasn't a normal night that night.
It was the end of their time.

He called out like a man possessed, a man obsessed,
Loud shouts with his words, terse at best,
Calling for a city-sized hearse to wrest,
Our lives from our grips.
That judgment would shut our wicked lips - no more quips.
It was the end of our time.

For a few days he didn't stop, he just kept on,
Calling out over and over, as the truth started to dawn
On us, that his words weren't wrong, no fuss
Would resist, as our hearts started to insist
That his words did consist of all we had missed.
And it was the end of the time.

So from east to west, we broke and wept,
The power of the Almighty swept
Over and made us fear,
That the judge man was coming near,
The coming judgment was clear,
And it was the appointed time.

But God showed great patience,
He didn't do away with the wrath, but reserved it for the Ancient.
That in our stead would stand one day on That Occasion,
The King would die for enemy-subjects, Amazing!
So why wasn't the judge man more elated?
It was the end of that time.

He thought God's judgment was already too belated.
But, God had known that the man and they were related.
The judge man sulked, but God's word wouldn't be debated.
God is good, all the time, too great to be graded.
His mercy in Christ, would you degrade it?
Just be-aware that we near the end of time.