We are standing on the threshold,
Of something made of God,
Remember His wrath,
Is as perfect as His Love…
We are approaching tribulation
Like no other generation has caught,
And you who think you can
Bring God down to the level of man,
Are but naught!
Sin has got to be reckoned with –
All the sin that won’t be confessed –
Sin has got to be done away with,
For the blood demands it,
This forgotten blood of the oppressed!
This great flood of violence,
Of abuse and of neglect –
This mighty God will topple
Every high tower,
Until there isn’t one left.
This Mighty Judge who offered
To arm you with His own might and love,
will judge the hearts of everyone,
And know exactly what you’re made of.
Remember!
Remember, this is the Mighty God.
Remember, His wrath,
Is as perfect as His love.
