In sickening sin, the earth descends,
the flames are fed, and fanned, and stoked,
each man to self, on self depends,
what ends in flames begins in smoke.
The party’s on, the guest-list done,
invitations sent, the letters signed,
the ballroom’s huge, everyone can come!
And when arrived, to self resign.
We talk about the burning day,
the time to come, the time not here,
but in our sin, we burn away,
the day is now, the time is near.
The righteous shout from unmarked graves,
justice, Lord! the wait is through!
The Lord will hear, the Lord will save,
refining fire will make things new.
Woe to who call evil good,
and condemn the Lord, in unbelief,
The scythe is raised, it’s understood,
the Lord will come just like a thief.
Rejoice! you saints, who suffer here,
you who put your trust in Him.
He alone, He took the spear,
to save you from the sickening sin.
Colin McComb lives in Edson, Alberta with his wife, Gail, and their three lovely children.