Words and music: Greg X. Volz
When I was a boy I used to sing
E-I-E-I, Oli, Oli, Oxen Free, where'd everybody go?
We'd run and find a place to hide not wanting to be found
Every time we'd run away these words would resound
"Ready or not, here I come"
And we'd find a place to run
"Ready or not, here I come"
And the game had just begun
When I was a child I used to hear the teachers say
"Will you ever grow up, and put childish things away?"
As I grew older I learned if I would pray
I would hear another voice and this is what He'd say
"Ready or not, here I come"
It was the voice of God's own Son
"Ready or not, here I come"
And there's no place you can run
He's coming as a thief, a thief in the night
All that is hidden, will come to light
For the day of the Lord will be feared
So harken to His word and draw near... I will draw near
Ready or not, here He comes
Every eye will see God's Son
Ready or not, here He comes
There'll be no place you can run
He's coming... Ready or not!