The Final Call

Poetry

And when He gives the signal

And it’s time for the trumpet to blow

The walls will come down crumbling

And you will see, you will know

All that had been a mystery

All your mind couldn’t grasp

All your pain and suffering

Will lose power and collapse

1 Corinthians 15:52

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

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SOS

Poetry

Take these bleeding wounds and give them healing

Take these heavy hearts and give them peace

Defy our unbelief and limitations

Answer our prayers, send relief