I sat in the stillness of the early morning church,
and sadly considered all coming on this earth.

What can I possibly do at this late stage of the game,
to warn all those around of this enemy coming to maim.

The voice; still, quiet, close, so wonderfully came,
seek "My face, My will, and direction you'll gain.

Tell the people, tell them of your revelation,
tell them again, and again, I'm here for the duration.

If you'll but seek My way,
I'll give you the words to say.

Be not afraid of the attacks that will come,
but know of a certainty, you'll have the enemy on the run.

He will still throw hurts and firey darts,
they will cloud your mind, wound your heart.

They will come from every direction,
and not just a few will actually make connection.

But from those you love will come the most hurt,
because you tell them, things out they will blurt.

But tell them, warn them, follow my leading,
and they'll save themselves from the direction they're heading.

The storm is coming, make your election sure,
your task is to turn them from the devils lure.

Whether or not they heed the call,
tell them, tell them, tell them all.

If they by your word won't hear,
then you yourself are clear.

You have performed your duty as watchman on the wall,
they just don't realize how short the time, it may be their last call."