Year of Jubilee

There will come a time

In a moment

In a twinkling of an eye

At the last trump

The trumpet shall sound

And the dead in Christ

Shall rise up from the grave

Then we which are alive

Shall be changed

From mortal to immortal one

And shall be caught up with them

In the cloud

To meet the Lord in the air

So let us claim the year

Of our freedom

Let it echo throughout the land

Let's anoint the trumpet to sound

To meet the resurrected ones

So we can go home to where we were before

Where there's no pain, no more tears

It's such a lovely place

Prepared for you and me

The place of eternity

And we can be right there soon

If we all stand in unity

To claim our Jubilee

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