Rapture
Oh day of promised rapture from final resting place,
The first desire of heart to see my Savior’s face!
The beckoning of trumpet will pierce the Eastern skies,
I yearn so much to greet him and behold him with mine eyes!
Shall I awake in dew clad morn or velvet star-lit night,
Anticipating robe and crown and wings of silver bright!
Enduring grace, sweet love divine did span thou earth’s creation,
Great Son of God who lived to die for sinners soul salvation!
I long to hold thy nail scarred hand and kiss your thorn pricked brow,
Though birthed in sin he snatched me from Hell’s fiery bowel!
Twas stately mansions glistening in heaven’s glory gleam,
Their beauty was astounding as nought I’d ever seen.
The prophets were conversing of ancient days of old,
While children laughed and played on shining streets of gold.
A reunion day is coming dear loved ones and missed friends,
Where we’ll always be together and time shall never end!
Nor tear did dim an eye, and daily cares were gone,
Thousands gathered there to join in angels’ song!
Hallelujah to the Highest, holy praises we did sing,
To lift our voices as one to Christ, The Mighty King!
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