"For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven
with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with
the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up
together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air:
and so shall we ever be with the Lord."
(I Thessalonians 4:16-17)
For the trump will blast, and the Spirit-filled will hear
the sound, the heavenly echo
It may be midnight when it's time to go; the Saints will
rise at the beckoning maestro
Maranatha, Lord Jesus; come and catch away Your bride,
for we've waited so long for You
Trumpets here in earth tune us to that decibel; it's the
Awakening of "dust," to Your coup
You planned it in the portals of eternity, the way of escape
for Your beloved, in the time of war
To rescue the saved and sanctified, from judgment of
the wicked, when time shall be no more
What will the sound be, when it blares through the mighty
corridors of that vast spatial domain
When it wakes the dead in Christ, and it raptures the
redeemed, we who are alive and remain
Your Glory will streak the silent skies, as spirits are caught
up, and Angels fly in rabid glee
For the joy of the Church has finally come, and we can lay
down the swords of a warring army
Rejoicing will fill the heavens; Holies resounding in the
end of a prophecy, a bride and her groom
As worship is magnified in the portals of worship's abode,
but at last, now, it has mushroomed
The Angels prepared and rehearsed for this day; it was voiced
on golden streets, and longed for with pride
The Bride would come home, the marriage supper was set and
pain would go, with the tears that were cried
The Glory of the Lord and the worship at His throne, have
deleted our assignments, for now we are home
We've completed the holy circle, from God to creation and
back to God, replaced with an eternal Shalom
For it happened! The day for which we had been yearning,
praying, begging for, and ever anticipating
The Trumpet Sounded, the Bride said, "I do" and the aura of
heaven changed, no more Angels in waiting
It was time to ascend and rise to our Creator, the long wait was
over and to the Lover of our souls we drew nigh
The world thought it thundered, but it was the sweet sound from
our God to His beloved; it was the "Midnight Cry!"
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PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas
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SPIRIT, POWER, GLORY in the Presence
of our Lord Jesus Christ, abiding among His people
@ PROMISELAND, the place where the Promise
lands in YOUR hand! Please join us
Sundays @ 10:30 am.
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PromiseLand Church!
We're praying for the world to be ready
for the "Midnight Cry!"
We must all obey Acts 2:38!
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