Hurry My Queen

The old king once said to his queen Hurry now for the time has come The time of his majesty Look to the heavens from where Jesus comes Come my wife hurry now Where we go the gold is needed no more The shoes we wear are not presentable The maids are not responsible anymore Our Lord Jesus Christ has returned My queen I say make haste Your king is ready, for we ride now The clouds in the wind That is why our armor must not go Our earthly clothing is a disgrace For the purest of time has come Hurry my love, pray wholeheartedly As we go into the promise land.