Zion is calling

Zion is calling


The light is going out,
And darkness is creeping in.
The pleasant morning with the beautiful sky,
Its fading away.
The hours of the night with the dread,
Is on its way.
A generation is eating and drinking,
For tomorrow they die.


But a meager fill their lamps,
For a twilight journey.
Of the multitudes,a handful escape,
Among the chosen few, undeceived rare.


In the coming dark hours,none can stand,
Nor work out anything worthwhile.
For people die without knowledge,
And a generation, lost without understanding.
Zion is calling,we cannot delay.
Reach the mounts of God,
Before the oil runs out.