The King Has Come
THE TRUMPET BLAST
DESCENDING FROM THE CLOUDS OF HEAVEN
THE KING HAS COME FOR HIS PEOPLE
YOUR SISTER HAVE DEPARTED FROM YOU
YOU MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, YOUR BROTHER,
YOUR COUSIN, ALL WHO WAS SET APART FOR
THE BRIDE GROOM HAVE DISSAPEARED,
IN A MOMENT IN THE TWINKLING OF THE EYE
ALL WHO WAS CLEAN, HOLY, HAS GONE HOME
TO GLORY. TO BOW TO SUBMIT TO HUMBLE
THEMSELVES AT THE FOOT OF HIS THRONE
PRAISING, WORSHIPPING JESUS, WHILE HE'S
WIPING ALL TEARS AWAY, NO MORE SIN, NO MORE LUST
NO MORE TULMULT, NO MORE PAIN, NO MORE
SICKNESS OR DEATH IN HEAVEN, JUST JESUS.
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