The Apocalypse by Patrick Heron
Upon the Isle of Patmos
In prayer on the Lord’s day
The spirit took me speedily
To an era far away.
He showed me things in visions
Which no man can see
Of days to come in future
Which verily shall be.
This day is nigh upon us
I feel convinced to say
Be ready or be warned
Man’s sin the earth shall pay.
The raptured church shall usher in
A time before unknown
The man of sin shall take control
The world shall follow him.
With subtle words
And sleight of hand
And lies that shall deceive
Upon their heads the mark to take
That brings them to the grave.
The saints shall stand upon that day
His Word to uphold
Their blood will spill
She’ll drink her fill
But in the end be told.
For they shall be rewarded
Who bend but do not break
To kiss the ring of Satan’s son
But trust in God’s namesake.
Blood and fire and famine
Clouds black and noisome too
Death will stalk the living
The plague will pray on you.
The Antichrist will rule the world
His will to bow the knee
His priest who sits upon the hills
Will blind their eyes to see.
The multitudes who throng the globe
In tumult e’er shall be
The seas shall roar
The Beast will soar
Devouring bond and free.
Black smoke of torment
Ne’er shall cease
For those who take the mark
The worm of death
Shall knaw away
In death’s bile grave so bleak.
Eternally to knash and wail
Because they chose the lie
And heeded not the Master’s Son
Who gave His soul to die.
That we should be forgiven
Who trusted in the Word
Chosen from the beginning
To be our God’s reward.
His firstfruits from the dead are we
Who listened to His call
His voice our ear remembered
Predestined far beyond the fall
To walk in peace by waters still
In Paradise our hearts to fill
With pleasures glorious and thrill
Which eyes have never seen or heard
With Jesus Christ our Lord’s Shepherd.
Some martyrs in that day shall fall
The saints with patience must endure
Who wrestle with the deathly pall
Of Satan’s minions; stink, vile, impure
Who hunt them down and kill the free
Refuse the mark, don’t bend the knee
For in the end you’ll see the light
Of God’s abundant love and grace
And riches reap and know delight
And see your Saviour face to face.
The time is near, the angels wait
To put the sickle to the test
To reap the harvest of our God
To take the good and leave the rest
To burn upon life’s shallow grave
In terrible and fervent heat
The remnant of Devil’s chaff
The evidence of sin’s defeat.
Beware you scornful and be warned
For soon the Rapture will befall
To catch away the faithful few
Who heard His voice, who got reborn
Who’ll miss the wrath of the coming day
Who’ll live forever. Wait and pray.
Even so. Come quickly Lord Jesus
( First published in Apocalypse Soon by Patrick Heron see http://www.neph.ie)