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Where will you be when the trumpet sounds

When the call comes with an 
amazing surprise
A shout is heard by all who leave 
these grounds
And all the dead and alive in Christ 
shall arise
How will you explain; none of the missing is found

While Satan bombards the media with
 his lies
Millions disappear as an army calls up 
the hounds
Gone with no trace of any, as hearts in agony cries
Graves are open, cribs are empty, the trumpet sounds


Delusions, signs, and wonders as the evil one abides
Deception is real in all as this 
darkness abounds
While behind the scenes, This world in 
sin resides
What will you be doing when the 
trumpet sounds

One of two in the fields is taken up beyond the skies
The other is left behind, in fear an empty heart pounds
To meet the Lord in the air as the Bible
 so describes
All believers united with praise as
 heaven resounds
The judgment of God on this earth will truly abide

In tribulation to all clothed with the unbeliever's gown
Their destination set: in their sins they 
chose to hide
To this end, eternal  fire in hell to be 
cast down
When the trumpet sounds, all in Christ 
will arise

To meet the Lord in the air, Wearing redemptions gown
For faith in Christ is gifted with the everlasting prize
Eternal life: in heaven we shall forever
 be found
When the trumpet sounds?

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