The Last Call of Heaven

In a world that’s lost its way,
Truth feels so far, like a faint, distant ray.
The clock ticks loud, the shadows grow,
Yet a call from the heavens begins to show.

The cosmos turns through time’s embrace,
From birth to ruin, a fleeting space.
But within the dust, a path remains,
A light that breaks through endless chains.

Oh, hear the last call of heaven’s grace,
A voice that whispers in this darkened place.
The truth you seek, it lies within,
A chance to rise, to cleanse your sin.
Oh, take the hand of mercy now,
Before the stars fall and heavens bow.

Clay-born lives, from divine design,
Shaped by the hands of the Creator’s mind.
Through trials fierce, we cleanse our soul,
The way back home, the heavens’ goal.

But hearts have turned to greed and lies,
Blinded by the fleeting skies.
Yet the call persists, so pure, so clear,
A chance remains for those who hear.

Oh, hear the last call of heaven’s grace,
A voice that whispers in this darkened place.
The truth you seek, it lies within,
A chance to rise, to cleanse your sin.
Oh, take the hand of mercy now,
Before the stars fall and heavens bow.

The universe weeps as it nears the end,
Yet the Creator’s love continues to extend.
Through chaos, truth still stands so bright,
A beacon of hope in the endless night.

Reject the lies that lead astray,
Find your heart, let light show the way.
Time is fleeting, the gate will close,
Only the faithful will escape these throes.

Oh, hear the last call of heaven’s grace,
A voice that whispers in this darkened place.
The truth you seek, it lies within,
A chance to rise, to cleanse your sin.
Oh, take the hand of mercy now,
Before the stars fall and heavens bow.

The call fades slow, the heavens cry,
Yet in your heart, the truth won’t die.
Dafa shines, the path is clear,
A final chance to hold it near.
As the world dissolves, the soul ascends,
Eternal harmony where life begins.