Wickedness and evil are ramping up its shrill; As Christians, we should see this, and be walking in Gods Will.
What is it about me that sets me apart, That makes me downcast, and troubles my heart?
Teach me and guide me and show me thy way;
An end of age before us, Bittersweet we all do know;
The harvest of the fields is upon us, Of the tares and the wheat ’tis true; The fields are ripe for the picking, Of the workers there are but few