My Poetry

Through The Clouds

I find myself, often, day-dreaming about the day I'll meet Christ. I honestly think he will return in my life time, but not because of what people say about this December. I follow all the signs God gives us in the Bible. Anyway, unless God suddenly decides that it's my time to go, I think he'll return while I'm living. I wrote this poem about my dreams of the day he returns and what comes afterwards. God Bless! :)

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Someday, a trumpet shall sound

And someday the people all around

Will rise from their graves

After all these long days

At last, the Lord, has returned!

And through the clouds he'll ride

For never has he died!

Come to conquer sin of old

Coming through the clouds of gold

Once as a child so small

To answer his heavenly call

He came to be crucified

And now sits on God's right side

The Lord has come again!

And through the clouds he'll ride

For never has he died!

Come to conquer sins of old

Coming through the clouds of gold

All in the twinkling of an eye

We'll rise to meet him in the sky

At last he has returned

To test all that we have learned

All the promises he has given!

And through the clouds he'll ride

For never has he died!

Come to conquer sins of old

Coming through the clouds of gold

Together with Christ we'll fight

Sending Satan to cry in spite

To fall forever in the bottomless pit

Then the fiery lake he shall hit

To suffer eternally for all he has done

And through the clouds he'll ride

For never has he died!

Come to conquer sins of old

Coming through the clouds of gold

He'll reign one-thousand years

Followed with no tears

A new heaven and earth.

For the children of rebirth,

An eternity spent with him.

And through the clouds he'll ride

For never has he died!

Come to conquer sins of old

Coming through the clouds of gold