Listen up... Eyes open... This ain't the world our parents knew... Chaos everywhere... But hope is closer than it feels. Scrolling endless feeds, chasing validation high, Hearts divided daily while the truth gets crucified. Families splitting up over opinions on a screen, Kids questioning their purpose in a mixed-up dream. Money tight, bills stacking, stress eating us alive, People selling souls for comfort just to barely survive. Identity twisted, calling darkness light, Wandering lost in crowds but lonely every night. I was right there too—chasing empty success, Building my own kingdom till it left me in distress. Flesh screaming loud, pride blocking out the call, Till surrender hit me hard and I gave Him my all. Earth is groaning louder... Signs are all around. But mercy's reaching out... Before the trumpet sound. When the storms keep raging, our Redeemer draws near, In the deepest valley, His voice becomes clear. This world's unraveling, but it's not the final page, The Kingdom is rising—turn the page, turn the page. Not I, but the Spirit breathing life anew, Old nature buried deep so His power shines through. All glory to the Father who opens every door, The Kingdom is coming—trust Him more and more. Digital altars pulling worship from the throne, Hearts grown numb from noise, seeds of faith overgrown. Leaders promise peace but deliver empty words, While the vulnerable suffer and the innocent get blurred. We chase fleeting pleasures, building houses on sand, Forgetting every trial fits inside His sovereign plan. He reshaped my thinking when I laid down my will, Washed away the clutter—now His truth is what I fill. Old habits fading as His presence takes the lead, Using these hands and feet for Kingdom work and seed. No more self-promotion, no platform to defend, Just a yielded vessel pointing souls toward the end. Guide me through the valley when anxiety attacks, Still my racing mind when the pressure never slacks. Remind me of Your goodness in the middle of the test, Draw me close to living water—give my spirit rest. The credit isn't mine, the strength was never mine, The change in me reflects Your glory, not a single line. If one soul awakens from this temporary haze, All glory to the Father—lift His name always. Harder seasons coming, deception on the rise, Many falling away with compromise in their eyes. But the faithful remnant stand with eyes fixed above, Clinging to the promise of redeeming love. No more broken systems, no more silent cries, In the new creation where every wrong thing dies. Gathered with the saints around the throne so bright, Eternal joy unbroken in the Father's perfect light. No more confusion, no division, no despair, Just pure communion with our Holy Abba there. The old creation passes—He makes everything new, Renewed minds walking in the light that shines true. When the storms keep raging, our Redeemer draws near, In the deepest valley, His voice becomes clear. This world's unraveling, but it's not the final page, The Kingdom is rising—turn the page, turn the page. Not I, but the Spirit breathing life anew, Old nature buried deep so His power shines through. All glory to the Father who opens every door, The Kingdom is coming—trust Him more and more. To Him be the glory... Both now and forever... In the beginning... And at the very end. Amen.
