"That's My King!" Who Will Return Then Raise The Dead To Fruit Discern The Wicked Will Forever Burn The Righteous Joys He Did Earn And They For Him Will Always Yearn!

The end of the world will finally come; The stars and sun and time succumb; And everything that's great become; Will pass away like fleeting crumb; But you can know the One Who's come! The wrath of God to save you from!  Of all that's good He is the sum! He'll make you what you should become!
He prayed for us to have deep unity; His bride should be a pure community; Where we love without impunity; And from division have immunity; For He has crushed all our disunity; To give us all great opportunity; To love and serve to show our unity!
Christ shall descend in clouds on high; With flames of fire within His eye; And piercing sword His battle cry; King of kings is on His thigh; He will make war on all who lie; And turn from Him and don't comply; He is the God-Man – don't deny; But bow to Him who rules the sky!  Trust in Him Who came to die;  And you'll be saved, grace He'll apply; And be your all in all supply!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

He'll raise the dead for retribution; Of His wrath there's no dilution; He'll punish all for revolution; Yet there's hope for absolution; Since He took our execution; On that cross of substitution; Then He rose as the solution; To all our sin and prostitution; And since He paid our restitution; We'll follow Him in persecution!
The wicked He'll cast into hell; Where forever they will dwell; With shrieks of horror they will yell; All joys and hopes God will expel; To happiness they'll say farewell; Oh turn from this – don't go to hell!  Please trust the Son so all is well; He took the cross and suffered hell; So you could with Him always dwell; Where joys and goodness only swell!  Believe Him now then go and tell!
The righteous get great endless joy; All tears and suffering that annoy; Death, sin, and pain He'll all destroy; And every power He'll employ; To give you all that you enjoy!

That's my King!  That's my King!

It's Sunday, But His Return Is Comin'!

It's Sunday

The devil couldn't defeat Him
Sin couldn't stop Him
Death couldn't handle Him
And the grave couldn't hold Him!
And His return is comin'

It's Sunday
The tomb is empty
The grave clothes are folded
The stone has been removed
The Son has risen
His work is finished
And we all know
That His return is comin'

It's Sunday
Hope has been restored
Sin has been conquered
Death has been defeated
The strong man has been bound
Now all the nations will come to Him
Before His return is comin'

It's Sunday
Mary is crying
The disciples are trembling
But soon they'll be rejoicing
Then they'll be a preaching
And tellin' the whole world about Him
Callin' all men everywhere to repent and believe in Him
Because His return is comin'

It's Sunday
The priests are bribing
The elders are lying about what happened
The soldiers are telling stories
And the Jews are believing the lie that His body was stolen
But His return is comin'

It's Sunday
On the Emmaus road
Jesus new light has bestowed
From Moses to the prophets He has showed
It's all about Him – the Word is sowed
All allegiance to Him is fully owed
Because His return is comin'

It's Sunday
Thomas is doubting
But soon he'll be a shouting
As he touches the scars of his dear Savior
And then He'll be declaring
Jesus as his Lord and his God
And someday all will be proclaiming
Either willingly or unwillingly
That Jesus Christ is Lord!
Because His return is comin'

It's Sunday
Peter has gone fishing
Ashamed that he denied his Master
But soon he'll be restored
Oh Peter, do you love Me?
Yes, soon he'll be restored
By His loving, merciful, and patient King
Who will send Him to feed His sheep
Because His return is comin'

It's Sunday
His disciples will be commissioned
To teach others to obey all He has commanded
And all but one of them will die
To lift His name on high
But all their enemies don't know
That His return is comin'

It's Sunday, but His return is comin'
Are you ready?
He's coming back on a white war horse to make war
His name is Faithful and True and The Word of God
His eyes are like a flame of fire
A sharp sword comes out of His mouth
He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty
People will cry out for mountains and rocks to fall on them to shield them from the wrath of the Lamb
His wrath and judgment are coming
It's only Sunday, there's time for you to turn from your sins, trust in Him, and accept His terms of peace
It's only Sunday, but His return is comin'

It's Sunday
The new creation has begun
There is now no condemnation for those at peace in Him
All our sins have been forgiven
God has cast them behind His back
And He remembers them no more
As far as the east is from the west, He has removed our sins from us
He has cast them into the ocean floor
We are now to walk in the newness of holy lives
We are no longer slaves to sin, but slaves to righteousness
Because His return is comin'

It's Sunday
All things are now working for our good
Nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus
In Christ all things are ours
And though there's still a lot of pain and suffering
His return is comin'

It's Sunday
Sin is still tempting
The world is still deceiving
The flesh is still warring
The devil is still prowling
Children are still being abused and dying
Racism is still dividing
Cancer is still killing
Wombs are still barren
Marriage is still hard
Singleness is still lonely
Hopes are still deferred
Dreams are still broken
But His return is comin'

It's Sunday
People are still poor
Loved ones still die
Tragedies still undo us
Crime is still rampant
Abortion is still killing
Airplanes are still disappearing
Ferry boats are still sinking
Viruses are still causing sickness and death
All manner of heart-breaks are still happening
Tears are still flowing
But let me tell you something
His return is comin'

And on that great day! On that great day of the everlasting wedding day
He will wipe away every tear from your eyes
There will be no more sin
There will be no more death
There will be no more pain
There will be no more heart-break of any kind
There will be no more loss or loneliness
There will be no more sadness but only ever increasing joy for all eternity
There will be a new heavens and a new earth where only perfect, perpetual, pure righteousness dwells
The earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the LORD as the waters cover the sea
You will be eternally saved, safe, and satisfied beyond your greatest imagination
And everything sad will become untrue!

It's Sunday
It's only Sunday
But His return is a comin'!

This poem is patterned after Dr. S. M. Lockridge's poem: "It's Friday, But Sunday's Coming!"

See also "It's Christmas, But The Cross Is Comin'!"

To learn more about the great and true Triune God, the God-Man, Jesus Christ, and His glorious Gospel message and everlasting Kingship, please watch American Gospel: Christ Alone. You can watch the full documentary here with a free, 3 day trial.

"That's My King!" Who's Righteous Beyond Imagination Yet Took Our Condemnation And Became The LORD's Abomination That We Might Enjoy Justification!

Those who pervert justice our God hates; When the wicked go free His wrath awaits; Innocents condemned in evil straits; Our God will help – justice creates; For Him the truth and good dictates; Since He's the Truth and Good in greats!  All wrongs He'll right with no debates; In Christ He punished all He hates; Justice to Mercy the cross translates; If you'll trust the Son Who waits; Who died and rose as God's Word states; He'll save you from all sinful weights; And grant you joy that never abates!
God wicked sinners justified; How is this right, you analyzed?  His righteous Son He glorified; And made Him sin Who's sanctified; The perfect Son was crucified; And now God's wrath is pacified; His love and mercy amplified; He's like no other classified; Nothing in Him needs modified; He's risen – it's all ratified; All our sins are nullified; Our joys in Him are multiplied; So be forever satisfied!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

God does what's right through imputation; Vile sins made Christ's for our salvation; Though He sinned not – crushed all temptation; Had not one lust or thought violation; God made Him sin and desecration; Took on Himself all our damnation; On that cross – our hope's foundation; He was made abomination; Suffered all our condemnation; Bled and died for every nation; He took God's wrath without sedation; Our substitute in full summation; Showed God just in demonstration; And now we praise in admiration; For He rose in confirmation; Of God's plan for vindication; Now by God's work of imputation; You're made right by declaration; If you trust in desperation; And turn from sin in reformation; God says: "You're right!" in jubilation; Christ's righteousness – your consolation; It covers like safe habitation; Now you enjoy justification; Forever praise in celebration; The King Who took your condemnation!

That's my King!  That's my King!

"That's My King!" Who Himself Is Greatest Love And Came To Save Us From Above With The Spirit Like A Dove He Showed The World His Father's Love!

"In this is love" is what God wrote; To show this love, His Son He smote; So on His Bride with love He'd dote; Loud singing – shouts of praise devote; Sing over her with mercy-note; To highest glory He'll promote!
The love of Jesus is the best – it's better than any romance; More satisfying than any woman in the manse; Even if she puts you in a trance; He's more fulfilling than the most enticing glance or pleasurable dance, even if it's done in France without any worry about the cost or finance; This doesn't happen by chance – it's because Christ is the greatest romance; His love is an ocean without expanse; Its mercies toward you will forever advance; He'll put you in an eternal trance; Your joys in Him will grow and enhance; To do you good all your days is His loving stance; And with Him you'll forever dance in the most glorious, satisfying romance!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

His love is 10 million oceans vast; All human loves are drops in contrast; Only His love will finally last; To our small brains it's knowledge past; Since forever past it's been amassed; Though ours runs out fast – His will always outlast; For He showed it vast when His Son died as asked to grant us true love unsurpassed!
His great love demonstration was by propitiation for every tribe and tongue and nation; He began the new creation when He sent the incarnation down to conquer all temptation then was made abomination on that cross of condemnation where He faced all desecration and cried "I thirst!" from dehydration; Took God's wrath in isolation to show His loving fascination with His Bride the congregation; Now we love in joy elation for His love is our foundation from the Mercy-Tree causation; Since He rose to give salvation; We can love in adoration and make Him our great declaration!

That's my King!  That's my King!