The Rapture
I will be in heaven, where there are no more torments,
School holidays slips away in tears, winter wakes cold
Brush the gloom away with longer disappointments
the doom of unbelievers hastens to wrap itself in self pity
all the righteous mantle bring their faith close to God
Mankind stands in the gap looking out into eternity
then come the new revelation, who are the worshippers,
Bound for the marriage supper in heaven angels awaiting
The rapture hovering round the church alter to pray,
Swift will come that day, trumpets blow the gutsy sound
and all the saints suddenly dash to meet the lord in the air,
This race is will call saints from around the entire world
To the gathering in the sky they will come
Men of old, women untold, children and friends
The fastest wind takes them quickly into the sun,
Fly with eagles to a brighter day.
poem by Gerry Legister
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