I take a peep through the horizon of time
Swaying effortlessly upon the hinge of grace
Pondering intently on humanity’s crime
When did we stop being the Creator’ ace
Then a voice echoed this line in a rhyme
When we sought our own way for brace
The laws of the King, we endlessly mime
Yet walking in his way, remained a disgrace

When would the King’s creation shun disgrace?
Understanding of the times is critical in this time
The will and the way of the King we must embrace
Age long prophesies will find expression in our time
Be warned those of you traveling during the winter
As disasters never recorded in history hits the earth
Birds will collide in the sky these will be sinister
So if you must fly, kindly avoid the Sabbath.