Poetry

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The day is coming very soon,
When dark is the sun, and red is the moon.
Believers will vanish in the blink of an eye,
Rising to meet our Lord in the sky.

The dead in Christ will leave their tombs.
Nurseries are but empty rooms.
Hearts will mourn enormous loss.
How did we miss it? What was the cost?

The horsemen ride and death they bring.
The judgments of the trumpets ring.
The seals are opened one by one.
The vials poured out- Justice done.

The Son is coming- the Father's pride,
To take away His church, His bride.
Will you be ready for the feast?
Or will you stay and face the beast?

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