Perilous Times Commissioned

An early morning confrontation
Has left confusion everywhere
Then someone shouted
This is my brother, this isn't fair
Now the preacher consoles the family
And says an error God cannot make
I'm so sorry that your dear loved one
He went this way

I want to point out to you
These are the perilous times

Now the warning signs are clear
Sorrows mounting up
Like you've never seen before
The world is living in fearful state
Hearts of men are evil
Wicked as the days of Noah

But I can feel it in the air
The one who my soul loveth
Will in the eastern skies appear
To gather us up to that prepared place
We'll look back in wonder
Saying how we made it over
These are the perilous times
Whoa-whoa, yes, they are
Yes, they are, perilous times