The Trumpet Shall Sound

Rapturing Faith

Is the hunger of my soul today.

Rapturing Grace,

To be changed and taken away.

And the trumpet shall sound

And the dead shall rise,

And our Lord will be waiting

in the skies.

And we who remain,

shall be changed

In the twinkling of an eye.

Right now we are groaning,

The whole creation is moaning,

Waiting on our Lord

To claim what He has restored;

We are His purchased possession

By His Blood of redemption.

We are a new creation

Through His divine revelation.

I know it is hard,

But saints I know it ain't so bad,

There're many worse than me and you,

And they don't even know what to do.

But it's not so in our case,

For we have Rapturing Grace,

Jesus has gone to prepare a place,

We are the winners in this race.

Glory, Glory, Glory!

Hallelujah to His name!

Yesterday, today and forever,

Our Jesus is the same.

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