"Everyday is Like Sunday"

I received a song message late last night. I actually was already going to bed but The Lord wouldn't allow me to ignore it until I posted it on my YouTube channel. It is a song I've heard many times in my teen years when I idolized the singer, Natalie Merchant. That is, this version is the one I knew well, although it was originally was recorded by The Smiths/Morrissey. The amazing thing is I did not know much of the lyrics. Well, as I am going to bed again, I hear the song in my spirit as felt prompted to look them up. I literally gasped in shock. I don't know how much more direct and clear The Lord can be with us. Please take heed and get right with Him NOW!!!We have to, all of us.  He is almost here.

"Everyday is like Sunday"

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen

This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon—come, Armageddon! Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard,
"How I dearly wish I was not here."

In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come! Come! Come—nuclear bomb!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face, on your face, on your face, on your face

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey