His Final Call
Be at peace, the stars all glistened
Be still and calm, came from the moon
Listen to God roared all the mountains
For Christ the Lord is coming soon
Walk among the lush green meadows
Pick a daisy, smell so sweet
Dip your hand there by the brookside
Wash your feet there in the deep
Hear the trees sway tunes of glory
Christ the Lord thus made them all
The time that He does come again
We must then hear His final call
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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