THE HAND THAT ENDS THE WORLD The sky split wide.. like a wound in time, the mountains bowed down to the judge of divine. The sun turned black, the stars went blind, and the voice of the Lord shook all of time... He said, “I warned you, children, but you hardened your breath, now behold the hour where I trample death.” The oceans rose up, because they know his name, and the earth cried out.. judged the same. There’s no mercy left, for the unrepentant crowd, just the roar of thunderous lightning, striking clouds. When the hand of God comes down like fire, every wicked throne burns in his ire… No man can bargain, no king can stand, when the holy one stretches out his hand. The heavens shake, the nations fall, when God’s had enough, he’ll end it all… Seven angels stood with trumpets raised, and the earth fell silent like it knew it was weighed. A mountain of flame crashed into the sea, and the smoke rose up like a final decree. He said, “I’m the Alpha who watched your wars unfold, now I’m the Omega who reclaims what I hold.” The rivers ran dry, the sky turns to stone, and the proud learned fear at the foot of His throne. His voice cut through like a sword of light, saying, “I judge the darkness as I reclaim the night.” When the hand of God comes down like fire, every wicked throne burns in his ire. No man can bargain, no king can stand, when the holy one stretches out his hand. The heavens shake, the nations fall, when God’s had enough, he’ll end it all… The dragon rose up with a crown of lies, but the lamb stepped forth with fire in his eyes. He said, “Your time is over, your kingdom is done, I’ve come to reclaim my world, it is mine! “I am the righteous one.” The earth trembled hard at his final word, as the armies of heaven unsheathed their swords. But no blade struck, no angel fought, ’cause the breath of God ended every thought.’ When the hand of God comes down like fire, every shadow flees from his holy pyre. No darkness lingers, no evil can stand, when the king of kings moves His hand! The world remade, the old one gone, when God speaks judgment, our creation will move on. He whispered low, with a voice like dawn, “I end what’s broken ..so now, the new can be reborn.”

His Hand That Ends The World