Our Blessed Hope: An End Times Poem

My feet are lifting off the ground,

I hear the clearest trumpet sound



Around me, others fly away,

rejoicing on this glorious day



We leave the chaos down below,

and all the evils of our foe



We fly to Jesus through the air,

Our loving Bridegroom's over there



Away we go to heavenly home,

to gather all round Father's throne



A day of rejoicing has begun,

as we praise Father, Spirit, Son



Then day of dread falls on the earth,

but we are saved through second birth



For seven years our Father hides,

His Son's redeemed and spotless bride



When all is done on earth below,

Following Jesus, down we'll go



Once Jesus the evil one firmly has bound,

The Millenial Kingdom will be found



At the end of this, Armageddon will come,

All evil destroyed from under the sun



We will live forever on new heaven and earth,

Praising the Lamb for His matchless worth,



Ever



Praising the Lamb for His matchless worth



Ever



Praising the Lamb for His matchless worth.

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