rapture
Heed
Open your ears
A time shall come
When the world goes quiet
sounds of trumpet
All we shall hear
for our time is near
A man riding a horse shall appear
Dressed in all majesty
Alongside him,
men, angels of different ranks
swords at their sides
riding horses painted white
to take us home
Those who did his will
shall rise
While others shall fall
let us do what is pleasing to the Lord
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