The Time Is Ripe Poem by Anthony Raymond

Mark 13: 24-32

The time is ripe for the tribulation
No way to tell if it's day or night
The darkened sun without reflection
The moon disappearing from sight
All powers in heaven are shaken
Showering down the stars of light

With great power and glory all eyes shall see
The Son of Man in magnificence and majesty
Upon the brilliant white cloud descending down
King of Kings with the earth his glorious crown

Sending Angels to gather all the chosen
From the four winds of the earth and sky
In robes washed in the blood of the lamb
The great tribulation they have survived
The time is ripe for this and our generation
The time of our souls salvation has arrived

With great power and glory all eyes shall see
The Son of Man in magnificence and majesty
Upon a brilliant white cloud descending down
King of Kings with the earth his glorious crown

The time is ripe for the Father's ultimate hour
He alone knows the time and has the power
All things shall pass but His word that is true
With His love all things shall be created anew
Seeing our Savior at the Father's right hand
In brilliant splendor fulfilling the Father's plan