when the Son of Man comes
LET THE TRUMPETS BLOW
to Ron Clark
When you hear the sound of a trumpet,
Look toward the clouds in the sky;
The Son of man will come into view,
All the people of the world will cry.
Great power and glory will be seen,
Encircling this King of Kings;
Let the trumpets blow one more signal,
Let the angels spread their wings.
Those angels will be sent 'round the earth,
To gather God's chosen ones;
They will collect everyone He's called,
Won't quit 'til their work is done.
They will cover the land, sea, and air,
Searching for you and for me;
No one knows when this will happen,
How soon can you be ready?
The Lord said, "Two will be in the field,
One will go, the other stay";
If you want the angels to take you,
Give your heart to God today.
Hear that voice from the midst of a glow,
Shouting, "Let the trumpets blow;
Blast one sharp note. Signal those below,
My army's mustard, ready to go!"
A front row spot is reserved for you,
The angels will seat you there;
In heaven's circular balcony,
You'll be safe under their watchful care.
A battlefield famous for victory,
Where great kings and their men took a stand;
Flanked by the city of Megiddo,
Two grand armies will shake up the land.
See this Battle of Armageddon,
Where good and bad fight their fight;
A voice from the throne whispers softly,
"It is done! My Son made everything right!"
By Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright©1999-2004
'tears in a bottle collection'
Copyright© by Composer John Torp of Sweden John Torp's Music from Laura's MIDI heaven