Standing room only,
Not even room to kneel and pray,
Standing room only,
On the judgment day,
Last night I had an awful dream,
That the end of time had come,
The trumpets had been sounding,
And life on earth was done . . .
An angel stood one foot on land,
The other foot on sea,
And, as I tried to kneel and pray,
A voice said unto me . . .
There's standing room only,
It's too late now to pray,
There's standing room only,
This is the judgment day . . .
People filled each church,
And church yard,
Just as far as I could see,
I heard a pitiful cry for mercy,
And then I realized, it was me . . .
I saw the Savior then appear,
As He split the eastern sky,
I saw tears of joy on a Christian's face,
And I heard the sinners cry . . .
And as I tried to touch His hand,
With one last feeble plea,
I cried again, "have mercy, have mercy,
Lord on me,"
I saw a tear come to His eyes,
As He turned my soul away,
I didn’t know Him yesterday,
And He knew me not today�?BR>
The earth was burning all around,
The world went up in smoke,
And as the flames engulfed me,
Thank God, I awoke�?BR>
Then I got out of bed,
And got down on my knees.
And you should have heard me pray,
For in my dream I witnessed,
God’s great judgment day�?BR>
Standing room only on God’s great
”JUDGEMENT DAY�?/FONT>