God commands sea waves to do His will,
And instantly the waves are still.
The God of nature like the sea,
Speaks on and on eternally.

The Architect had His designs,
He made the sun and moon for signs.
For centuries Gods word was hid,
The devils aids had closed the lid.

But always there’s a reckon day,
And God knows how to make man pray.
God knows how to light the gloom,
And tell the world of coming doom.

Gods finger says a world must fall,
And angels hands write on the wall,
Abominations in the church,
Demand a universal search.

The stars like figs fall from a tree,
In eighteen hundred thirty three.