Behind the scenes, I feel the moment
Where the final things are ripening fast
Where the angels in all their glory
Shall soon reveal themselves at last

The hour is drawing to a close
Where finally His promise we’ll behold
Then the pain of our humanity
Will cease to have its gripping hold

I feel vindication at our door
Where the Son triumphantly will arise
Where He’ll shake the dust right off His feet
Conquering death and all its lies

The mocking mob will fall silently
Gasping for air as reality falls
They’ll behold their moment of choosing
When they laughed at His saving call

He would have gathered them in His wings
But they mocked in scorn, spitting out His name
So the judgment they will now receive
Cannot be said, “the Son’s to blame”

He’ll come judging not a moment late
Bringing victory to all of His saints
For faithful is He who promised us
And His Word never ends in fate