Surely we are living in the last days, People not caring just going their own ways.
Not realizing one day before God they must stand, Those that rejected His outstretched hand.
We have a form of Godliness but deny His power, What excuse will we use in that hour?
We will give an account of all that we do, If good or bad, that means me and you?
Are we so wise yet not know the truth?
God wants to direct our way from our youth.
Are we so wise we no longer take God by faith?
We no longer need His saving grace?
Can our knowledge free us from sin?
Can our wisdom get us to Heaven, can it get us in?
Man thinks God loves me, He won't send me to hell, Do not rely on your good works that all is well.
Have we given thought to what God will say?
Will He say, depart from Me on judgment day?
We have God's word; yet we don't know what's true.
His word tells us the way? It tells us what to do.
Has our knowledge turned us from truth to fable?
Why can't we grasp the truth, why are we not able?
Why is God's word dim in our mind? Why so unclear?
Is it because we do not want to hear?
Our knowledge can be turned to good, When we believe God's word like we should.
It is for sure we will face God one day,
It can be a glorious day if we do it God's way.

Come; see where the King of Glory was born today.
In a stable where animals stay.
He wasn't born in a palace of gold,
But in a little town where the prophets told.
A different baby He must have been.
From His birth was without sin.
The King of kings wasn't born in a palace of gold, But in a stable damp and cold.
An ordinary baby, He was not,
He was born for a purpose, He sure gave a lot.
The greatest King wasn't born in a palace of gold, But in a stable damp and cold.
The shepherds came to see what this was all about, At His birth the angels rejoiced with a shout. The baby in her arms she would gently hold, He was a King, yet born a stable damp and cold.
Why would God Son be born in such a place?
For a king this would be a disgrace.
It would be fitting to be born in a palace of gold, But the King was born in a stable damp and cold.
There was no room for them in the inn.
No invitation to any home, there were no kin.
This baby should have been born in a palace of gold, He was Almighty, yet born in a stable damp and cold.
Before He came to earth, He had ivory for His throne, With streets of pure gold and wall of precious stone.
And owned all the hills, valleys, silver and gold.
Yet born in a stable damp and cold.