Jesus came first as a lamb. The Jews, expecting a savior, couldn't or wouldn't recognize him. He will return as a lion. And Christians can't or won't recognize him when he does. I tire of a bunch of whiney ass wimps and cowards using my savior's name. I tire of worthless praise songs emanating from lying lips. For some, he will come like a thief in the night.
Johnny Cash sings it better than I can say it:
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still,
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still,
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still,
Listen to the words long written down, when the man comes around
At the appointed hour, violence won't be the problem, it'll be the cure. We had the choice. Peace or violence. We chose violence. Mercy (foregiveness) or justice (judgement). We chose justice. The die has be cast. We are to be judged by the same standard by which we judge others. Quake in your boots boys. This is going to get nasty.