Abba Father . . . My Precious Lord
The time is drawing near
I hear your alarms . . . They're bellowing out
Yes I hear them Oh so clear

I watch your children as they come
I see them as they go
Many of them don't even have a clue
And YOU they sure don't know

Can't they hear the Trumpet
Lord don't they know the sound
Don't they know THE DECEIVER is coming
And they'll have to stand their ground

Lord don't they know YOUR WORD
Father tell me can't they see
Don't they realize in your presence
Is where they all should be

Lord I'm here on bended knees
For your people my soul does plead
Open their ears to hear THE TRUMPET
And the warning let them heed

Lord help us to be ready
I know you're coming soon
But first there'll be a time of darkness
Full of deceit and so much gloom

Lord help us to be ready
To greet you when you come
Yes keep our garments PURE and HOLY
Until you say well done

Father help us to be ready
When that 7th Trump shall sound
When you come to destroy the devil
And stomp him to the ground