Judgment Day
When Gabriel blows his heavenly trumpet
And awakens me from a sound slumbering
When all of our life scrolls are opened up
And the roll is called with loud thundering,
I’m so thrilled that my name is not Aaron
Pleased for the people in the middle like me
Most delighted for my longtime pal, Zebulon,
I’m assuming we’ll be called up alphabetically!
Written December 21, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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