Poetry

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Oh what glorious day will be then
when the rapture finally comes;
When we're called up home to Heaven,
all our fighting here is done!

Be prepared for just that moment,
could be morning, night or noon;
Oh, to hear those trumpets sounding,
Heaven's Angels all in tune!

For that day the Heaven's open,
there's no time to say goodbye;
Hear those chariot wheels a soundin',
see My Savior in the sky!

Can you feel the anthem mounting
hear now Heaven's jubilee;
Can't you picture just that moment,
Angels far as eye can see?

Now the saints on Earth all ready,
for the dead in Christ to rise;
See a glimpse of happy faces,
headed Home beyond the skies!

You've not asked my Lord's forgiveness,
find your knees without delay;
Ask Him now to be your Savior,
for your sins the price is paid!

All the rich and poor now equal
doesn't matter wealth or fame;
When the roll is called up yonder
will my Jesus call YOUR name?

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