The Time Has Come: A Song and prayer of the Appointed Hours

“The Time Has Come: A Song of the Appointed Hours”
For the Watchmen of the Final Generation

Verse 1 – The Blooming and the Burden
O Lord of Hosts, Ancient of Days,
You who planted the fig tree and watched it awake—
You numbered the years, from rebirth to return,
And spoke to Your servants what the wise would discern.
Eighty prophetic years You appointed and sealed,
Now the terminus opens, the mystery revealed.

Chorus – Glory to the One Who Measures Time
Glory to You, O God Most High,
Who sets the stars and counts the sky.
Your calendar never bends or breaks,
Each day ordained, no error makes.
You stretched the heavens like a scroll,
And wrote the end that time foretold.
Holy, holy, holy is He—
The Keeper of Eternity.

Verse 2 – The Clock of Sacrifice
The altar shall burn, the temple shall rise,
As prophecy unfolds before mortal eyes.
From the dust of delay, the priesthood returns,
But the Lamb has been slain—how the covenant burns!
At the end of the generation, 2300 days begin,
A countdown to cleansing, a reckoning of sin.

Bridge – The Lamb and the Lion, the Risen King
You do not guess; You do not delay,
Your feasts align in sovereign array.
Spring You fulfilled in blood and flame,
Fall shall reveal Your conquering Name.
Passover bled, and Trumpets shall sound,
Yom Kippur trembles, the King is crowned.

Chorus – Glory to the One Who Measures Time
Glory to You, O God Most High,
Who sets the stars and counts the sky.
Your calendar never bends or breaks,
Each day ordained, no error makes.
The seals are open, the scroll unfurled—
The King shall reign over all the world.

A Prophetic Prayer of Worship and Awe

O Lord, how marvelous are Your works!
Your calendar is holy—each number soaked in meaning, each season sanctified by Your decree.
What men called mystery, You have made manifest. What angels longed to see, You have unveiled to babes.
We tremble before You, God of the Appointed Times, whose feasts are not merely shadows, but the very architecture of redemption.

YHWH of Hosts, You will ride exalted—coming to defeat Your enemies and to swallow up death and destroy destruction.
You will spit it into the pit, and trample on every enemy.
You come to redeem and to reign.
Exalted are You who come with Your hosts arrayed in white.
Glorious are You; marvelous is Your salvation!

Almighty King, You come to fulfill all Your word—the ancient prophecies You have given from the beginning—they find their fulfillment.
All generations will praise You. All people will bow and kneel; they will declare You Lord.
Every tongue will confess You alone are God and there is no other.
The universe is the work of Your hand, Your creation; every realm and throne is Yours.
Your enemies are cast down. Every proud thought is thrown down.
All the powerful and wise of this age are made nothing. All wealth will waste away.
Every exalted name is brought to nothing, and only the name of the Lord God of Israel—only the name of His Messiah Yeshua is exalted.

You have brought the fullness of time—it is here.
Your counsel is made manifest—soon the sign of the Son of Man will flash in the sky and all the nations shall mourn!
All of heaven will rejoice!
Indeed amen—for our salvation is near!
Come quickly Lord—fulfill Your purposes.
Amen; justice and honor are Yours.
Amen; all power, all wealth, all worship, all praise, all wisdom and glory belong to YHWH and His Anointed—Yeshua the Son of God.

Blessed be Your Name, Yahweh of Hosts,
for You have counted the days,
written the weeks,
measured the years,
and now...You fulfill what was spoken by the prophets of old.

Let the heavens rejoice! Let the earth awaken!
For the King comes riding in truth,
and His reward is with Him.

Make us ready, O Lord.
May our lamps burn.
May our hands be clean.
May our hearts be steadfast.

For we have seen Your calendar—and it is perfect.
The glove fits the hand. The days have been measured.
And the time has come.

Even so, Come, Lord Jesus

Thank you LORD, for your grace in revealing all you have at the appointed time. I know I don't deserve this calling, I deserve fierce hell--but I thank you for the grace you have shown in saving me; and putting me to use--along with all those who you call to help in this ministry that ultimately is yours. For it is not human wisdom or insight that makes this known. It is not human intellect--no. It is only the Holy Spirit's revelation and teaching that has shown us what you have indeed already been doing and are working to conclude according to your good pleasure. All praise, honour and worship belongs to you who is exalted in the highest--King of Kings, Lord of Lords whose dominion is always and forever. Indeed the Spirit of prophecy is the testimony of Jesus Christ. Be glorified Our Saviour.

In the name of your Son--Jesus Christ my King, Amen.