Here is another poem by Phil...
A hunger rises in the night,
A throng of souls aching for the bread of heaven!
They cant wait for morning's light,
Death - the penalty of their transgression.
Anguish fills their hearts,
As they see the dawning of the day.
The executioner shows his darts
Tears are falling as they begin to pray.
A cry fills the morning air,
One last chance to plead for grace.
The judge now takes his chair,
As their hearts begin to race.
He grants them a short delay,
Giving His Church a chance to answer.
The extension is for only a day,
And so to them He raises His banner.
Eternal souls now in their hands,
The Church has heard her Master's call.
Will they move the Gospel from their lands?
Or will they let all those souls fall?
Will the Church bring them the bread of heaven?
Will they take this chance to intercede?
Will they release the captives from their prison?
To the Lord of the Harvest, will they lift a plea?
The day now is coming to a close,
Millions of souls still are left to reach.
Christ's blood is ready to interpose,
Yet it is still our job to go and preach!
Oh dear believer, the night is coming,
And then we can no longer labor.
Preach to those who are drowning,
Never let your purpose waiver!
Their day now is closing - do we have the same urgency as those who would see their coming death?
A hunger rises in the night,
A throng of souls aching for the bread of heaven!
They cant wait for morning's light,
Death - the penalty of their transgression.
Anguish fills their hearts,
As they see the dawning of the day.
The executioner shows his darts
Tears are falling as they begin to pray.
A cry fills the morning air,
One last chance to plead for grace.
The judge now takes his chair,
As their hearts begin to race.
He grants them a short delay,
Giving His Church a chance to answer.
The extension is for only a day,
And so to them He raises His banner.
Eternal souls now in their hands,
The Church has heard her Master's call.
Will they move the Gospel from their lands?
Or will they let all those souls fall?
Will the Church bring them the bread of heaven?
Will they take this chance to intercede?
Will they release the captives from their prison?
To the Lord of the Harvest, will they lift a plea?
The day now is coming to a close,
Millions of souls still are left to reach.
Christ's blood is ready to interpose,
Yet it is still our job to go and preach!
Oh dear believer, the night is coming,
And then we can no longer labor.
Preach to those who are drowning,
Never let your purpose waiver!
Their day now is closing - do we have the same urgency as those who would see their coming death?