When the
buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse, faithful and true,
He returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened, last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived, cast
Into the lake of fire.
Water, clear as crystal now, flows
Reviving, the once dead;
Those faithful, who Jesus knows,
haveHis name on their forehead.
A new earth, no more fire, sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals, thee and me.