The Trumpet's Call

 

I hear a trumpet sounding.
It seems to be everywhere.
I look up, in the sky,
See my Lord coming there.

 

He is coming to claim His bride,
Who has been awaiting His return,
Coming to take her home ~
To the marriage supper of the Lamb.

 

She is rising up to meet Him.
Her face is all aglow.
The garments on her back
Are as white as the snow.

 

I look all around me,
See the saints going home.
There is going to be a wedding ~
The likes of we have never known.

 

There will, now, be
No more pain or suffering,
No more envy or strife.
The Bridegroom has returned.
He has put everything right.

 

Copyright by Myra Wood