When Jesus Appears

In the twitch of an eyelid
And quivering lip,
The pages of history
Will burn in a pit.

For the remnant in waiting,
A reason to cheer
On the day the sky opens
And Jesus appears.

Through the blitzkrieg of lightning
And billowing smoke,
He will ride on a white horse,
His army in tow.

The devil's dominion
Will fizzle with fear
On the day the sky opens
And Jesus appears.

The clock in its dying breaths
Will give up its hands
At the altar of freedom
In God's perfect plan.

The red mist of suffering
Will scatter and clear
On the day the sky opens
And Jesus appears.