When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
He returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,cast
Into the lake...
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