Writing On The Wall

(check it, yeah, check the wall,

check it)

Yo, it’s King Belshazzar,

throwin' a feast, A thousand nobles,

the party ain’t ceased.

Drinking wine from vessels of gold,

The sacred things of God—oh,

so bold! He praised the gods of silver and bronze,

The writing on the wall would soon respond.

A hand appeared, writing on the wall,

Time to learn a lesson; he would fall.

“Mene, Mene, Tekel, Parsin!” loud and clear,

The wise men were called,

but none came near.

Bring in Daniel, he’s the one who knows,

Interpreting dreams, he’s got the flows!

“O king, the Most High gave your dad might,

Kingship and glory—he ruled through the night.

But when pride took over,

he lost his place,

Now here you are,

ignoring His grace.”

“You’ve lifted your glass,

dishonoured the throne, Used sacred vessels—now you’re all alone!

The days of your kingdom have come to an end,

God's numbered your reign,

it's time to descend.” “Tekel—weighted on the scale of Him,

You fall short, your future looks grim.

Peres—divided, your kingdom's a mess,

Given to the Medes,

time to confess!”

Heavenly Father, like Belshazzar,

I recognize my need for Your mercy.

I confess that I have often ignored Your ways.

I believe that Jesus Christ is my Saviour.

I accept His sacrifice

and ask for His grace.

Help me to honour You in all I do and to seek

Your wisdom daily. Thank You for the gift of salvation

and for hope

in Yeshua.

(Amen,

amen)