The Final Generation

As I kneel before the King of Kings
with reverent dedication,
I thank Him for letting me be a part
of the final generation.

Lord, let me stay busy about Your work
'til the last gentile's in the fold;
telling the world of Your sweet blood
that's more precious than any gold.

I feel it "in the air", dear Lord,
Your people are longing for You;
it hurts to "wait it out" on earth,
when we know the things that we do.

C'mon saints, let's bring them in,
we'll be filled with such elation;
some of us will never taste death
in this final generation!

Peggy McIlveene
January 11, 2005