Could You Not Watch
I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness!
But today, the wilderness is too loud to hear John.
How will any heed the call to make straight the way of the Lord?
Will anyone even look up any more to see the great sign in the sky?
Or have we, oh once anthropos, turned totally in on ourselves?
The prophet is always without welcome in his home town.
The Son of Man has no place to lay his head.
Who will hear, who will see? Neither alert nor sober. Awake, oh sleeper, or slumber a second death.
He who has ears ought to hear; those who see will be blind and those who are blind will see.
Those nearest you will be far off, and those far away will be closest to you.
Then, by the time you realize He has come like a thief in the night,
you will have no more time to realize.
You will find yourself on the wrong side of the dust.