That Dreadful Day

According to John's prophecy
There will be an apostasy
When godlessness will reign supreme
And peace will not be what it seems.

Christians will be persecuted;
Many will be executed,
For the children of the Lord
Will be hated by the world.

And men will know the end's begun
When they see wars and blackened sun;
When they see stars fall in a flood;
The moon turning as red as blood.

God's chosen tribesmen will be sealed -
Bond servants whom to God will yield
During the time of woe to come
When day is dimmed by darkened sun.

Souls from every tribe and nation
Who came out of the tribulation;
A multitude of white-robed saints
Will worship God without constraint.

All will be quiet in God's heaven
Before Christ breaks seal number seven;
For half an hour not a sound
Will on angel lips be found.

When the Day of Wrath arrives
Many men will not survive
The terrible events to come
From which no one can hide or run.

Fearful and dark that day will be:
Men will seek death but death will flee.
Who will be able to withstand
The dreaded wrath of God's slain Lamb?

A day like none that went before
Since God brought forth the sea and shore;
Since God created man and beast;
Since our first parents were deceived.

There will be thunder and a quake
Which causes the whole earth to shake,
Then suddenly a trumpet sound
And hail and fire scorch the ground.

Five more trumpet blasts will follow;
Suffering and death will swallow
Many who are left behind
Because they'll choose to remain blind.

They will refuse to turn to God
Believing themselves much too smart
To humbly put their faith in Him
So that they might be cleansed from sin.

Other events will come to pass
After the seventh trumpet blast -
Suffice to know that Christ has won
The war which satan has begun.

It is my fervent prayer a seed
Will take deep root in all who read
This poem about the Day to come
So that they might accept God's Son!