One Shall Be Taken

 There is coming a day, when the trumpet will sound...

And those of the Lord, will no longer be found.

The ones who are sleeping, in Jesus The Christ...

Will all be awake, before the cock crows thrice.


Gather your children and keep your lamps full...

And separate yourself, from the dark raging bull.

The days may be short and the nights may be cold...

But awake to the watch and be fearless and bold.


Two will be toiling, way out in the field....

Two will be grinding and bending for


to yield.

One shall be taken and the other left behind...

So put your house in order and look up for the sign.


Two thousand years have passed and the time is 

at hand...

For those who are called, to be counted as the sand.

Be sure your address, is written in red ink..

For before you blink twice, you will swim or you will sink.


There are some who will say, we preach fables from of old...

And laugh in our faces, as they mock us with their gold.

Forgive them my children and keep your eyes on Me...

For when the trumpet blows, my face they will never see.

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