The Fury

Where is the promise of His coming?
All things continue just as we desire
They have forgotten the ancient world
So once by water, now by fire
After seven years, No more tears
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
On wings of fire He will appear
As the end is drawing near
And if those days had not been shortened
No flesh would survive
He takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked
But with their sin He will not strive
After seven years, No more tears
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
And His redeemed are justified
Their blood avenged and satisfied
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
He pours His wrath upon the earth
To His kingdom giving birth
The fury