Come into the presence of your King

Children come before your King

With songs of jubilant praise

For I know the look of sadness upon your face

You cry out and think that I do not hear thee

But I am with you holding your hands

Can you not see?

Can you not hear my voice calling as the wind?

Can you not feel the sweet caress of my hand as I take yours into my own?

For I am not taking you into the unknown


Unknown to you, but not to me

Sleep free, sleep easy,

Fear not, want not

For I am with thee

I shall be with you until the end of days

The end is drawing near

Do not count your days

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As your days on earth are numbered

Count it well so that as you live you give glory to heaven

To God who sits upon the throne

The one who created you and this world to you so unknown

Stretch out your hand as I stretch your faith

You shall see me in this holy place

 

Hope is of the essence and not time

For time is mine and not thine

For to you time is important

To me it is of the contrary

I know what needs to be done

Trust in me for I am the holy one

The one who brings joy when there is mourning

The one who brings comfort to those who are weeping

Tears of joy will overrunneth as your soul rejoices

For what was once promised shall come into fruition

 

Jobless say you

Finances you seek

What about my will in your life

Is that not more important?

For the time is now to rest

To stay reverent, to be at peace with where you are

Here is the training ground for you

Run not toward gold and silver for they will please you not

Greedy evildoers and pagans worshipped that lot

Where are they now?

They are gone as dust

Nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be heard

Their campaigns for power lost

Their lust for power, their downfall

For all who squander wealth in this world and seek to ruin others

Gnashing of teeth, pain and sorrow are theirs alone   

For they did not live wisely

For I despise wickedness and pride

For you have been called my children

Follow me, all the days of your life I shall look after thee

Be glad for it is I who have called thee

I have pursued thee

Until the end of time you will be mine

So follow me closely

Hear my call

For you have been called for such a time as this



- Zhen Ang