THE PROPHETS AND THE DAY OF THE LORD

TITLE: THE PROPHETS AND THE DAY OF THE LORD
THE NAZARENE

INTRO
The prophets did not whisper for theatre.
They cried because fire was coming.
Not to entertain the city,
But to wake the sleeping soul.

VERSE 1
Amos came with thunder in his throat,
Not palace silk, just a shepherd’s coat.
He said, “Let justice roll like streams,”
While rich men polished their religious dreams.

They brought their songs, but ignored the poor,
God said, “Your music don’t move Me no more.”
Offerings rising while the streets still bleed,
Worship without mercy is decorated greed.

Joel saw locusts blacken the sky,
Fields stripped bare while the people asked why.
Then he cried, “Return with your heart, not clothes,”
Before the trumpet of judgement blows.

The sun turns dark, the moon blood-red,
The Day of the Lord walks heavy ahead.
But whoever calls on the Name shall be saved,
Mercy still speaks before the grave.

HOOK
THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE PROPHETS CRIED,
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WHILE GRACE IS ALIVE.
THE KING IS COMING, THE EARTH WILL SHAKE,
TURN TO THE LAMB BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.

THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE FIRE, THE THRONE,
EVERY FALSE CROWN WILL FALL FROM ITS HOME.
BUT HOPE STILL RISES WHERE REPENTANCE IS BORN,
CHRIST IS THE LIGHT IN THE DAY OF THE LORD.

VERSE 2
Isaiah saw cities drunk on pride,
Hands full of blood, prayers pushed aside.
“Wash yourselves, learn to do right,
Defend the orphan, walk in the light.”

He saw Babylon fall from her height,
Stars going dim in judgement night.
Human arrogance bent down low,
Only the Lord exalted in glow.

But Isaiah also saw a child arrive,
A Son given, holy, alive.
Mighty God, Prince of Peace,
Government growing and never to cease.

He saw the Servant silent and torn,
Wounded for sins that we had worn.
The Day of the Lord is not only flame,
It is mercy bleeding in Jesus’ name.

HOOK
THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE PROPHETS CRIED,
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WHILE GRACE IS ALIVE.
THE KING IS COMING, THE EARTH WILL SHAKE,
TURN TO THE LAMB BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.

THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE FIRE, THE THRONE,
EVERY FALSE CROWN WILL FALL FROM ITS HOME.
BUT HOPE STILL RISES WHERE REPENTANCE IS BORN,
CHRIST IS THE LIGHT IN THE DAY OF THE LORD.

VERSE 3
Jeremiah wept at the temple gate,
“Don’t trust walls while your hearts run late.”
They said, “We have the house of the Lord,”
But ignored the widow, the stranger, the sword.

He saw the potter with clay in His hand,
Nations shaped by divine command.
Break down, build up, plant and tear,
God still speaks in the public square.

Ezekiel saw glory leave the place,
Wheels full of eyes and a burning face.
Dry bones rattled in a death-filled plain,
Breath came rushing through the slain.

Daniel saw beasts rise out of the sea,
Empires roaring with iron teeth.
But the Son of Man came with heaven’s cloud,
Ancient of Days gave the Kingdom aloud.

BRIDGE
This is not doom for doom’s own sound,
This is God pulling idols down.
This is not fear dressed up as art,
This is mercy warning the human heart.

CHOIR
Return, return, the prophets are calling.
Return, return, the kingdoms are falling.
Return, return, the Lamb has been slain.
Return, return, He is coming again.

VERSE 4
Zephaniah said that the day is near,
A bitter cry in the warrior’s ear.
Silver and gold cannot save,
When judgement stands at the mouth of the grave.

Habakkuk watched the violent rise,
Asked God questions under wounded skies.
The Lord said, “Wait, though the vision delays,
The righteous shall live by faith.”

Malachi spoke before silence fell,
A refiner’s fire, a cleansing well.
The sun of righteousness would rise with wings,
Healing for those who fear the King.

Then John came rough from the wilderness dust,
“Repent, make straight, leave death and lust.”
He pointed away from his own great name,
“Behold the Lamb who takes our shame.”

VERSE 5
Jesus came and fulfilled the scroll,
Prophet, Priest, King, making sinners whole.
He warned of judgement, He wept at the gate,
He died for rebels before too late.

The cross was the Day of the Lord compressed,
Darkness at noon on the Holy One’s chest.
Wrath and mercy, justice and grace,
Met in the wounds of the Saviour’s face.

The tomb cracked open, death lost speech,
The risen Christ put hope in reach.
Now every nation, every tribe,
Is called to the Lamb who was crucified.

And still the prophets echo through time,
Against our idols, screens, and shrines.
Babylon updates, but the message stays:
Come out of her before the blaze.

FINAL HOOK
THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE PROPHETS CRIED,
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WHILE GRACE IS ALIVE.
THE KING IS COMING, THE EARTH WILL SHAKE,
TURN TO THE LAMB BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.

THE DAY OF THE LORD, THE FIRE, THE THRONE,
EVERY FALSE CROWN WILL FALL FROM ITS HOME.
BUT HOPE STILL RISES WHERE REPENTANCE IS BORN,
CHRIST IS THE LIGHT IN THE DAY OF THE LORD.

OUTRO
The prophets were not angry at sinners for sport.
They were watchmen on burning walls.
They saw the storm.
They saw the mercy.
They saw the King.

So I will not sleep through the warning.
I will not bow to the age.
The Day of the Lord is coming.
And Jesus is the only safe place.