Left Behind Unsaved

When He calls with Arc-Angel's shout, and Shofar blares so loud, All the saved does fly go to Him, confusing the Left Behind crowd.

By Arley Steinhour 121710

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, he was just standing there,

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, think he flew into the air.

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, a trumpet sounded so loud,

Where'd he go, oh where'd he go, called him up into that cloud.

Who's there, who is there, an arm from the cloud sparkled bright,

Who's there, who is there, golden arm wearing robe, oh so white.

Who's there, who is there, he talked about Rapture each lunch,

Who's there, who is there, refused did I, that Christian bunch.

Try to think, try to think, what was it that he said to me,

Try to think, try to think, ah, yes, 'Faith is what made him free.

Try to think, try to think, can I still join the crowd up there,

Try to think, try to think, no Rapture, once post-trumpet blare.

Whoa is me, whoa is me, I truly now do believe,

Whoa is me, whoa is me, seven years of Hell I receive.

Whoa is me, whoa is me, with Jesus the Christ by my side,

Whoa is me, whoa is me, the Whoa in my heart, just died.

AMEN