What is darkening my sun in midday? Faint not, behold the Son of Man is coming in a cloud.
What is turning my moon to bloody tears? Terror not, He comes in power and great glory.
What is causing my stars to fall from view? Weep no more, stand up and lift up your head for He comes to redeem.
What is tossing my intestines inside out? Perplex no more, His redemption is in hand.
What is shaking my timbers to the roots? Be steady, behold the Son of Man is coming in a cloud.
