2012, Winter Solstice
As that day is coming on?
Will they go to sleep in terrors
Wondering if they see the dawn?
Have they heard the gross conjecture
Of some curious Mayan stone?
Will they face their fate assembled;
Will they face it all alone?
Do they stand with bold assurance
Nothing happens but through You?
Have they heard your word, brave Jesus
As to when the End is due?
It remains in your sweet keeping
Not some trendy pulp by-line;
When the trump will raise your faithful
Everything will be just fine.