Rapture
In the eastern sky, we will fly up high.
the elect to see, the great jubilee.
Giant tables of food, marriage supper to conclude,
the sea of glass, throne of God alas.
Thousands of believers, crowns for achievers,
our savior to share, the army to prepare.
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