The Midnight Cry

A whisper stirs the dark, then rises like a flame:  

“Awake, you slumbering ones - the Bridegroom calls your name.”

The heavens hold their breath; the earth begins to sigh,  

For judgment walks the night when sounds the midnight cry.  

The days of Noah speak, their warning still alive,

A world absorbed in ease, yet doomed when floods arrive.  

So now the signs align; the hour draws swiftly near,  

And those who mock the truth will tremble when they hear.  

The trumpet soon will break the veil of mortal air;  

The Lord stands in the clouds, His glory to declare.  

The righteous rise in joy, the faithless shrink in dread,

For every secret thought is weighed and swiftly read.  

O people, heed the call - let hearts be trimmed with light;  

Cast off the works of dusk, walk sober in the night.  

The cry will split the skies, no moment to deny,

Be ready for the King, when comes the midnight cry.  

Mark Humber 4/2/2026