Benjamin Blower - Better Be Ready lyrics

Better be ready when the sun turns black Better be ready when the moon turns red Better be ready when the Son comes back Better be ready when He wakes the dead Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when they hit the ground Striking the earth with the rod of His mouth With a hand to the north and a foot to the south With His winnowing fork cut the wheat from the chaff With His winnowing fork cut the good from the crap Smashing up the tables and breaking down chains Lighting up the mountains and beating down the wave Tearing up the curtain in the holy place Lifting up the veil from her beautiful face Better be ready when the sun turns black Better be ready when the moon turns red Better be ready when the Son comes back Better be ready when He wakes the dead Hauling the world through the holes in His hands With the stripes on His back he'll be healing the lands Calling to you all and He's making a stand Drawing a 1000 mile line in the sand Writing down the law in the flesh of your heart Calling when you wander to the left or the right Beginning to the end and the end from the start The logos in the chaos and the light in the dark Better be ready when the sun turns black Better be ready when the moon turns red Better be ready when the Son comes back Better be ready when He wakes the dead Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when the stars fall down Better be ready when they hit the ground