The latter days of woe are on us now,
While sins of every kind so more abound.
The saints themselves are furrowing their brow,
For righteousness is nowhere to be found.
Because despair can burrow in your heart
To whisper in your ear that all is lost,
You will be tempted to let love depart,
But soon thereafter shroud yourself in frost.
Do not forget the stone was rolled away,
To show the tomb was bare where Jesus lay.
He conquered death and hell upon that day
And lives forever more, so don’t dismay.
When all seems lost and ice begins to form,
Remember Christ is with you through the storm.
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.
Matthew 24:12 KJV