Believers in the Last Days

The wind bloweth where it listeth

Life is bright and fair with everything going on fine

You got life at its best at your finger tips

Everything is just falling in places for you

But let him that thinketh he yield lets he fall

Believers in the last days

Shouldn’t be carried away

With the busyness and festivity of the time

Because the enemy of the soul is at the corner

Waiting to sting like the venom of the serpent 

Take yield watch your words

Look inwardly to the thought of your mind

Guide it jealously and keep it with all attention

Make sure you never slip at any time

See the worse moment for a believers to give up is now

So many things are happening

Life is flowing at succession

But you got to remember the Lord

An urgent need to remember the Lord

What was lost and where was it lost

If you are still standing ask for more Grace

If you know that you are falling off from Grace

Wake up and take your stand because a moment will fade out

And you will have gone far into the country

That city that in your eyes you think is right