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
5-8-87
Copyright 1997 Anthony Foster