TICK-TOCK

Tick says the clock, tick-tock
Death is drawing NEAR, seek God

Hiccup... your flesh thirsts for more of your sin cup
Hiccup... your spirit needs the blood from the treetop
& hiccup... you are caught up in the mix-up...

Tick says the clock, tick-tock
Your cancer’s building up; see the doc
Your diagnosis is “sin-aemia”; do not be shocked
Your sins are before God; he isn’t mocked
The theatre is set; it is not a mock-up
The knives, the scalpels, the surgeons
All waiting for you to speak-up
& agree that Jesus is Lord
Surrendering your cancer for a clean-up
Money cannot buy this gift of -
God... don’t get stuck-up, but suck up -
to his mercies...cos this salvation doesn’t need your cheese works -
to speak up
He’s the Lord of wealth, he doesn’t need bucks
This surgery has a fixed cost
Your repentant and sick words
Quit with the atheism; shun the Hinduism
Yoga-ism, polytheism, Islam-ism, & all the other isms
They will all end you in Satan’s teacup
Christ is the only way to see God
& is the direct line to beep God
Be bold tell the devil to flip-off
& quit chasing the big bucks

Please pause...

What shall it profit you if you own the big corps -
on earth, but in death, hell has you in big cuffs...
it’s still tick-tock... the real talk
the clock tick-tocks even as you read this talk

please pause...

Christ wants you to look up His cross
See him enter Hades and conquer the dude with the pitchfork
Behold Him rise on the 3rd into heaven for a peace talk
And release the H.S for your peace walk...
Tick-tock...

please pause

Time is running out...tick-tock
Christ will soon return...tick-tock
The surgeon is still waiting... tick-tock
Tick says the clock, tick-tock
Don’t worry, the Holy Spirit is the surgeon...
He’s skilled, it’s his work... tick-tock
Tick-tick...tock-tock....tick-tock