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He comes, He comes, see there on the horizon;
about the size of a mans hand.
Coming,coming with the clouds leading on a white horse.
On His saddle is written “King of Kings,
Lord of Lords; on the other side is Faithful and True!
In the midst of the clouds He shines in His Shikinah
as He draws ever closer to this world.
It seems only moments and He is here,
when suddenly a trumpet blasts;graves of the dead in Christ
are ripped open and those who have gone before are heaven bound.
He speaks, of those who will come to Him now will;
still be His posession,few do.
Another trumpet blast,and the living in Christ begin to rise,
their shekinah brightening as they now lift towards heaven and their home.
For thousands of years this has been foretold,yet the scoffers ;
mocked the faithful.
He has come because of unbelief,to bring His brothers to the Father;
once and for all.
There is no one mocking Him now. “Did you hear that country-western tune
as we went up”?
yes! it’s “Crying time again,you’re gonna leave me”:
I can see that far-away look: in your eyes”!
The sky darkens the sun is overcome ,the light leaves the heavens.
Unbelievers run,with no place to hide ;judgement day has arrived.
The earth belches its fire,the heavens rain down its flames.
We were warned many times before of this ending to come,
the immediate shock?
Millions will have left this earth ,never to be seen again;
and where will those who spoke ,”where is the signs of His coming”?
Thousands upon thousands,revealing tens of thousands of tiny sparkles of
light entering the heavens.
They will have seen with their own eyes,gazing upon sudden destruction.
“Coming Home Lord,”
lampwicke xxx
