Not unaware
Jesus is coming soon
Will you my friend be there
Cherubim
Seraphim
The mighty bell
The mighty bell
Is soon about to ring
Identity is lost
The worship face is blurred
The Prince of medes and sedes
Are here on earth with death
Holy God
Holy one
Holy God
Holy one
The spirits of the dead are crying for the end to come
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
Holy one
Holy God
Holy immortal one
Have mercy on us
And on the whole world
A time to live
A time to rest
That men may see
No time is left
My prayer everyday by day
Is lord not unaware
Trumpets of the seven angels made ready to blow
The earth in terror still and grieving
Plagues are all the way
Then I saw a mighty angel
Wrapped with scroll in hand
A sickle for the harvest
And so loud a voice he called
Cherubim
Seraphim
The mighty bell
The mighty bell
Is soon about to ring
No more delay
No more delay
Mend your way
No more delay
If you are willing
Then the time has come to make your choice
Never ever make mistake for your eternity
Holy God
Holy one
Holy God
Holy one
The spirits of the dead are crying for the end to come
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
Will you my friend be there
Cherubim
Seraphim
The mighty bell
The mighty bell
Is soon about to ring
Identity is lost
The worship face is blurred
The Prince of medes and sedes
Are here on earth with death
Holy God
Holy one
Holy God
Holy one
The spirits of the dead are crying for the end to come
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
Holy one
Holy God
Holy immortal one
Have mercy on us
And on the whole world
A time to live
A time to rest
That men may see
No time is left
My prayer everyday by day
Is lord not unaware
Trumpets of the seven angels made ready to blow
The earth in terror still and grieving
Plagues are all the way
Then I saw a mighty angel
Wrapped with scroll in hand
A sickle for the harvest
And so loud a voice he called
Cherubim
Seraphim
The mighty bell
The mighty bell
Is soon about to ring
No more delay
No more delay
Mend your way
No more delay
If you are willing
Then the time has come to make your choice
Never ever make mistake for your eternity
Holy God
Holy one
Holy God
Holy one
The spirits of the dead are crying for the end to come
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
Not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
When the saints will come again
Lord not unaware
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Writer(s): Anthony Enemuo
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