It's About Time

Gabriel has a trumpet Which he's about to blow God say's to him get ready I'm calling my children home Now no man knows the day Nor the hour when this will be But brother just look around you And you will surely see Perilous times are here We live in such distress I don't know how we've gone this far Were in an awful mess I look to Heaven's clouds each day Our redemption draweth nigh Surely he will soon appear In the eastern sky It could be today And that would just be fine But you can count on one thing And that is: It's About Time