And in futile plans so engaged
World rulers prepare for battle
Their plotting is foolish prattle
Against God and His anointed
"Let's break the shackles appointed
Let's not be slaves to God," they say
God will laugh as they turn away
The One who gives them breath will scoff
And speak to them as they mouth off
Yes in His anger He'll chastise
Frighten them to open their eyes
Jesus is the King of the world
From Zion were His plans unfurled
He is God's Son, the Father said
Begotten and His rule will spread
Inheriting the world throughout
Rebellion will be all wiped out
With rod of iron He will rule
And break up leadership that's cruel
Listen up all you men in charge
Who spread injustice by and large
It's time to serve the Lord with fear
Rejoice! The Son will soon be here
Submit lest He become irate
There's no more war and no more hate
Repent! Turn from a life that's grim
Happy are those who trust in Him
Postlude (Matthew 25:31-32)
When the Son of Man comes back here
He’ll sit upon His throne with cheer
And judge the nations sheep and goats
By what love of neighbor promotes
