True Believers
Rip the Heaven wide apart,
Spark the fire for to start;
Causing the water to boil,
And the shaking of the soil.
For the fearsome deeds amaze,
In approaching the final days;
As to when Christ comes down,
And wearing His golden crown.
Then all your enemies know,
Of what has been told is so;
All the nations will tremble,
When the believers assemble.
For the believers of the Word,
Never doubted what they heard;
And are prepared when that day,
A sounding trumpet leads the way.
True believers always prepared,
As the second coming is declared;
And I will claim my place in Zion,
Where the lamb sleeps with the lion.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
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