The Sky Erupts at Trumpets Blare, into Many Wondrous Colors
"Come Up Hither!"
By Arley Steinhour 112410
I think I hear Him calling, He beckons one and all.
Calling every Christian, as sinful world does fall.
The Trumpet loud, sounds it's wailing call,
Rising up to meet him, the faithful one and all.
Assembled in the sky with Jesus, He gently leads us home,
Praises singing, forward leaning, we never more will roam.
This speck of dust called faith we have, He amplifies to perfection,
We have the answers to Eternity, which means, our every question.
After some time of shock and awe, we truly settle in,
Leading a life so perfect, we never more know sin.
Oh Yes, Yeee-Haaa, (expletive mine),
isn't English, but, for me works fine.
He Loves us, and we love Him,
Even I, be lean and trim.