The Calling

The Calling Hear the angels sing! (Glorious trumpets... start low in the distance, and gain in ever-increasing volumes... souls, voices...) Here the angels sing! (Racing across the heavens... in and to all nations, watching for the signs, and wonders!) They gather happily... and there is sweet laughter, worship before the Lord. Saints on their knees, bowed in magnificent praise, to the King of kings. Your invited, you are welcome my friend, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers... strangers to the end, soon together, as one we are. He is coming, His time is close at hand. Our time is near, like small grains of sand, washed up upon the beach, of a far-off land. Profoundly changed. Reborn! Blessed Jubilee... Finding ourselves home, once again, in... Jerusalem.