How quiet are the halls of mansion past...
How empty are her rooms,
and sparse are her courts.

What has caused the depleting of her wells,...
the drying of her depths,
the exodus of her masses?

Yet there remains a few,...
ears that strain at the trumpet sound,
eyes that refuse to sleep.

Voices that have not silenced,
still speak the Spirit's bid,
and point to everlasting.

Was it not faith that held them?
Did they seek a sign,... left wanting?
Was the time of their departure known?

Did they seek a sign,
sought out the prophet,...
stead the One who moves upon such?

Is it only the remnant that remain?
The abiding ones covered in sackloth,
bowed low in His knowing?



Let the Lord God be true,
and every man a liar!
The Word of God stands forever!!!

Let each man reap as he has sown.