Sound of the Trumpet
Lord as I try to become more like you
I look into the heavens
Not as I used to with fear,
But a feeling of spiritual peace
As I gaze into the heavens
I see the twinkling of the stars
Against the beautiful orange moonlit sky
“My thought”
Might this be the night?
That you sound your loud command
That I hear the voice of the archangel
The sound of the trumpet across this land
The call for us to meet in the air
Above the clouds
I can only anticipate
For if this isn’t the night
I must witness to more
For you’ve said you won’t come
Till the last are witnessed to
And have given their souls to you.
By Lyle Sluik
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