Issued 10.12.1999

Festival is coming

Everybody celebrates. The nature of festivals reflects inner life of the celebrants.

Everybody celebrates in own way
Beating in souls,
throbbing in the air,
nations celebrate as on their last day.
They eat, drink and get drunk,
for they are afraid of tomorrow.

Emptiness in hearts,
indecency in words,
souls go into ecstasies resting on lies.
They proudly lust and quarrel,
for they do not know mercy.

Hangover from illusions,
horror on waking,
nations lose their pure pleasure.
They quibble and indulge,
for they do not know truth.

Silence in Heaven,
weeping in the Holy Place,
grief is filling the loving hearts.
They call their last warning,
for the time of grace ends.

Judgement is coming,
God at the door,
nations are judged by their deeds.
They lost the grace of God,
for they did not receive the faith.

Now in Jesus,
the grace on offer,
a believer gets purity only as a gift.
He gets the future and hope,
for he is a child of God.

Festival is coming,
holiness in the air,
God's nation meets its beloved.
They praise and rejoice,
for they see the face of God.