On that Day

 

The cup of wrath was poured out on Messiah in his day

The cup was drained dry even tho for deliverance he prayed

But seven bowls remain for those who reject his work of grace

if you’ll not let him drink for you then you must drink in his place.

 

On that day, when he wipes away the tears

Will they be ours or his that flow o’er the blasphemy he hears?

For all he did even unto death, death on a cursed cross

For those who will not bend their knee it is a total loss.

 

The seven seals hide seven trumps and seven wrathfilled bowls

Each wait their turn in God’s great scheme to take their holy toll

And on that day the beast marked masses face their final hour

The bloodthirsty receive the bloody judgement of his power

 

 

On that day, when he wipes away the tears

Will they be ours or his that flow o’er the blasphemy he hears?

For all he did even unto death, death on a cursed cross

For those who will not bend their knee it is a total loss.

 

On that day the bridegroom will lay down his bloody sword

The hands that bear the scars will banish death forevermore

And so his bride will be presented spotless, pure and clean

At the wedding of the victor, we’ll see what victory means

 

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Copyright 1997 Anthony Foster