We believers rejoice when
We hear that the Lord
Jesus Christ is coming. The
Rapture of the Church will
Be sudden, like a blink of an
Eye and unannounced. The
Dead and those of us who
Are still living will be caught
Up in the air, the clouds, to
Be with the Lord Jesus Christ.
Then we’re taken to heaven to
Live with HIm forever. This
Glorious event could happen
At any moment, for we are
Now living in the end times.
Looking for that blessed hope–
Come, Lord Jesus Christ, come!
Heavenly sunshine, heavenly sunshine,
The clouds move in so heaven goes
Away, but not redemption.
If you could sit on a cloud,
You could see the boundary
Lines between countries.
But the people would be
Too small to see–not so
With Jesus.
Out of nowhere a beautiful
Peacock showed up in our
Quiet little neighborhood.
It struts around with its
Rainbow of feathers all
Spread out. It has this call
That sounds like someone’s
Being murdered. It won’t
Let anybody near–it might
Chase them anyway.
Sitting in the center of
The city stands the
Towering cathedral,
A source of faith and
Worship for followers
From all over the city.
It could be a finger
Pointing straight to
Heaven.
Wordman of Alcatraz 