The King Is Coming
The King is coming!
The King is coming!
Shout it from the rooftops and don't ever, ever stop.
Rejoice for the sound, of the trumpet so loud.
And run to the Master, away from the crowd.
The excitement is building, for those who await...
To walk through the entrance, of the beautiful gate.
The preparation made, for the appearance of the Lord...
Is only for five, to be welcomed aboard.
Those who are bidden, to the Supper Of The Lamb...
Are the ones whose lives, have been sheltered with great calm.
The few who tarried, the few who cried....
The few who vowed, to this world, I died.
No more crying, no more pain.
No more sickness, no more Cain.
A mel-ody,
of priceless praise...
Will all be sung, as glasses raise.
Death won't keep you in the ground...
And the clothes you wear, will not be found.
Where once you trod, you thred no more.
For with angels wings, you will fly and soar.
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