Just like the days of Noah so will it be, when Christ returns, returns, When he returns, the same Christ we mock, will appear in glory, to judge, to judge... I see that the saints are dwindling in numbers, Because we are no longer eager to hold to the true faith, but we desire to stomach a little bit of truth mixed in with a whole lot of, living the way we want to,As if Christ is not coming back,The thought and truth that he is, and so soon, No longer stirs fire within our souls But it saddens me, when I feel like I'm so far,Distracted by life. It's so easy to forget the intimate time we need with Christ.Saints remember your first love,Never forget your first loveRepent and run back to him,Because has the days close,Persecution will increase, the hearts within this world are growing colder and harder, Like a child murdering his mother, Will become the norm,Never forget that treasure that found you, And just like Andrew, turn to your brothers, And say "We have found the Messiah" (that is, the Christ).No time to be silent in this time,In this hour, Putting off the flesh, every sin, Through fasting and praying,And know that in Christ you are in free, To walk in righteousness,These are the last days,As the days draw nearer, Are you wise or foolish?