Left Behind
Can you hear the angels singing far up in the sky
They are waiting for the trumpet call; can you imagine why?
Centuries of days passed by preparing for that day
Have you heard the message? Do you know the way?
Now there is a stirring in the camp and the Master comes at last
Things on Earth are happening that were prophesied in past
The repentant sense the presence, a changing of the guard
Nothing will be as it was for the times are getting hard
For those who trust in riches and the things that they possess
They will find no scaffolding to climb out of their mess
The day is done, the die is cast and judgment shall begin
Will you be among the blessed ones rescued from all sin?
Have you heard the Master’s call, or are your eyes still blind?
Are you among the watchers or will you be left behind?
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